Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 117

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Chapter 117: Asher

Max is hiding somet

something

I don’t know what yet. But et seen that look before Penny’s when he handed her the soda earlier, like

the careful silence. The sharp little glances when no m’s watching. The way his hand brand meant something

He told her people on the team don’t like Tyler. Told her to be care

He wasn’t wrong. Tyler’s lazy with her. Careless. He didn’t even notice her wince when she tried to pick up her mitcase es always does.

earlier, I did. The brushed it off, she

But Max notices that kind of stuff too. That’s the part I don’t like. He’s watching her. He’s nice about it, sure. Sweet, men. But it’s the kind of nice that makes my spine stiffen. Because why”

And then there was that girl

Kayla, or Kelsey, or whatever her name was the one with the red sweater, the too sweet voice, the hand that lingered on my arm like I was something to

wrap. I could smell the vodka and body spray from a foot away. She asked if I had a girlfriend. Asked if I had a room. Asked if I liked company.

I said no

I was cute when I was gr

She said I was cute

I almost left the room.

But then Penny looked at me just once and I swear to God there was something there. The kind of look that anchors you

So I stayed.

–

Now it’s after nine. Everyone’s full, slightly buzzed some more than slightly), sprawled out in the massive living room like we’re at some holiday retreat for reckless twenty–somethings with no concept of boundaries. Somehow, the space fits all twenty of us couches, chairs, bean bags, and a pile of throw blankets forming makeshift seating in front of the fie

I take the far end of one of the couches. I’ve got my arm resting along the back, legs spread, watching everyone settle in. Penny ends up sitting right in

not on the couch, but on the floor, leaning back against the edge of my leg like it’s instinct. Like she forgot to think about it

front of me

I don’t move.

Don’t breathe.

I just let her stay there, her shoulder against my

her hair brushing against the fabric of my jeans,

“Okay, okay,” someone says – Zow, I think “Movie or

– od game

“Game,” Jonathan calls out. “Obviously.”

“Truth or dare,” Rebecca says, already smirking. “No better way to find out which of you are secretly disasters.”

“I thought we

drinking games on the first night,” someone

meune mutters.

“You don’t need alcohol to tell the truth, Rebecca shoots back, “Cowards.”

There’s some laughter, and the agreement spreads fast…

Truth or dare it i

Pany goes stall in front of me. I can feel it the way her spine tightens just slightly, the tenton in het shoulders. She’s not the kind of girl who enissa

being put on the sput.

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press my hand lightly on the bark of the rouch, not touching her, fint., ready, lost in case.

“Alright,” someone says. “Zoe, post go fint. Truth or dare?”

“Have you ever kissed setbeoor in this room?”

“Dub,” she grins. “Literally like fant el you.”

Everyone laughs.

“Tyler,” someone calls. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Test your mom and tell her you want to become à male stripper.”

“Bet.” He pulls out his phone. “She’ll be proud.”

It keeps going.

Silly dares. Embarrassing truths. Who hooked up with who. Who lied about it. Who has a crush on someone in the room. Someone’s dared to lick hot sauce off a spoon. Someone else is dared to show their last text message.

It’s loud. Messy. Too warm.

And then-

“Asher.”

I look up

One of the guys on the soccer team–Mattor Mark or something is pointing at me.

“Truth or dare?”

“I don’t play,” I say flatly

stave round.”

“Conte on, man,” sorteone groans. “Just

“Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen

You have no idea

I sigh. “Fine. Truth.”

They light up like they cracked a safe.

“Have you ever killed someone?”

Penny teases again

I don’t blink. “Classified”

“A main someone says

“Pick something else,” another chimes in.

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Alright, alright, the guy says, “Did you eve.

“Break into a government brkling?”

“Clawdied.”

“Jesus,” someone mitters. “What can you answer?”

There’s a pause. Then Zee uirks,

“Can you shoot a target with a knife or a mindleddet?”

The room quicts. People look at me,

It’s like I dropped a grenade,

“WHAT?

“Shut up.”

“Dude, that’s insane.”

“Do you do, like, knife twirls?”

“Can you teach me?”

They’re laughing and cheering like I just said I had a cool party trick.

I stare at the fire, jaw tight.

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