Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Penny

I can’t stop staring at him

I don’t even care that we’re in the middle of a truth or dare game that’s rapidly spiraling into something between chaotic and fall–on feral. There are pizza cus on napkins and half–empty cups and people sprawled on mersized couches like it’s a feat movie set

But all I can look at in Asher Hayes.

an a statue, Calm Bke a storm right before it breaks.

The truth or dare game should be winding down, but of course, it doesn’t. Someone dares Rebecca to do five push–ups – she whines, then does three and fakes the rest. Someone asks Jonathan if he’s ever cheated on a test. Half the group gets caught up in arguing whether cheating in gym class counts.

I tune most of it out. Untal someone- — some guy from soccer I barely know

squints at Asher like he’s just now really noticing him.

“Okay, serious question,” the guy says, leaning forward with a sloppy grin. “If everyone in this room attacked you at once, could you take us all down?”

Laughter breaks out, but Asher doesn’t even inch.

He lifts a brow, tilts his head slightly, and says, voice low, “You don’t want the answer to that.”

Someone behind me snorts. “No, come on. We do.”

His gaze flicks to me for the briefest second–then back to the group. “I don’t hit women.”

“Okay, okay,” another guy says, raising his hands. “Let’s say just the guys, them. All of us in the dark. No weapons. Would you still win?”

There’s à pause. Asher exhales through his nose and drups his head, shaking it just a little, annoyed.

“Yes,” he says, flat.

People groun

and cheer and laugh, like they think he’s bluffing.

“What?! Nah, man. We’re all athletes. You’re telling me you could beat five of us?”

“More t

than live in this room, sumeone adds, gesturing.

“Dude, you could not beat me and leel at the same time,

wide–shouldered football player says, putting his chest a bit.

“Try us

Asher leans back, arms crossed. “I don’t hurt civilians.”

“What about just arm wrestling?” another voice chimes in. “No damage. Just a flex test.”

come annnn, army guy.”

Someone says, “We need prood, Otherwise how do we know?”

I open my

mouth to shat it all down but it’s top late

Asher sighs, long and show, then uncrosses his amus. Tine Once. Then it‘

People go nuts. Phones are already out. Bets are being made. I want to crawl into the couch cushions and disappear

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Chapter 118 Penny

table. The stron

prt picked – Joel, I think – broad as a fridge and probably proud of it. Aber looks at him, then at the

seels – crouchins, Balanced perfectly on the balls of his feet like it’s nothing, like gravity is a joke to him.

elbow on the

pun put both hands on his. One in top. One izider.

“Go,” someone beyi.

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