Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 125

Falling for my boyfriend’s Navy brother

Chapter 125: Penny

The snow squeaks beneath our boots as we stomp acts the packed trail toward the little pet off area where the snowman contesting place. The san’s sharp above, the kind that gleams eff every white surface and makes you sprint, but the air still tastes like ice and pine.

| glance sideways at Asher. He doesn’t look sold. Obviously. He’s in a black thermal and a charcoal beanie pulled low over his dark, hair, sterers pushed up just enough to shows the thick veins in his forearms. I, on the other hand, am layered like a meshmallow–cost, art, gloves, the works

freezing.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come here,” I say, watching him keel down and start rolling a snowball like he’s done this professionally. “I figured you’d pull out a wide range of excuses and stay at the lodge.”

Asher smirks, the smallest twitch of his mouth. “You were excited. I’m not a monster?

His hands work with absand efficiency. The snowball he’s rolling is already half the size of a tire, and still perfectly round. I blink at it. Then at hun

A voice from behind us calls, “Hey! Is it even fair for a guy like that to be competing in this?”

I turn to see some girl pointing directly at Asher while whisper laughing with her friend.

I laugh un

under

breath. “You’ve been clocked, Hayes.”

He just glances over his shoulder, shrugs, and keeps going. “I’ve been clocked before. That one was friendlier than most.”

I try not to sinile. But fail

For the next twenty minutes, we work in rhythm. Or, more accurately, he builds at lightning speed while I hover and give creative direction. I’m carving the base for a snowy little crown while he stacks massive snowballs like he’s loading artillery. His face is serious, focused, as he slides on a chunk of snow to

abilize the torsd

“Can you slow down for two seconds?” I tease. “This isn’t a military operation.”

He raises a bow, hands on his hips. “You’re more intense than half the squad leaders I’ve met.”

I cackle. “Did you just call me a sergeant?”

“You’re almost there.”

“Wow Bude.”

“I said almost, you have to shout a bit more to make it official.”

throw a snowhall at him. He catches it midair without looking.

Eventually, we settle into a quieter pace. The wind brushes my cheek and the distant sounds of other people working and laughing drift on the air, minutes, neither of us speaks.

Then

“Doesn’t it bother you?” Asher asks,

1 look over. “What?”

“That Tyler at kind of… dips.”

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1 pause. Not because I didn’t expect it – I’ve been esperting something like this from him for days — but because the answer isn’t dar

“Yes and no,” I say dowly. “I mean……. prab, it sucks sometimes, just knowing he doesn’t even think about asking

this was supposed to be a trip with his friends. I tagged along. I can’t expect him to mot hang out with them “

Asher noc, lår be’s listening but doesn’t agree.

“He begged you to come,” he says.

1igh. “Yeah. And like I said… I think I jest slip his mind sometimes.”

Silence again. I focus on shaping little wings for the snowman’s back, trying to shake off the sadness curling inside me

But then I say it. The thing that’s really been sitting in my gut.

“I’m more said for you, honestly.”

Asher freezes, mid–pat of the snow’s head. “What?”

I look at him. “Every time Tyler disappears or ditches me, you’re the one who ends up having to deal with me. It’s like you feel bad, so you pick up the Hack. And I hate that. I’m mad at him, because it makes you feel responsible,”

He turns slowly to face me, something dark and unreadable in his eyes, something almost scary. He crouches low, right in front of me, until we’re eye to eye.

“Listen carefully,” he says, voice low, almost rough. “I’m only saying this once.”

I hold my breath.

“No amount of time I spend with you is because Tyler wasn’t there. Not une second. I’m here because I want to be here. With you.”

I blick at him.

“And maybe I don’t know a lot about what I want yet,” he adds, “but I know that.”

My cheeks burn instantly. My heart is somewhere near my throat. He’s still looking at me like I’m something important, like I’m a target he’s charm for a different kind of mission.

He stanch and go back to work like he di

just blow a hole through my emotional stability.

I manage to recoman by focusing on

on the

I’ve made or tried to make. I’m about to lift it when I realize just how tall this snowman in

“Um… Asher?” I call.

on that? It’s taller than you.”

“Hmm?”

I point “How am I supposed to put the crowni

He actually steps back, eyes the snowman, then me, then the crown. Smiles a little. “You’re not wrong.”

“I can’t levitate, you know.”

“Lucky for you…” he mutters, stepping behind my Without warning, his hands settle on my waist and I squeak

He lifts me like I weigh nothing, holding me steady as I press the now crown onto the top of

“Okay, okay, I got it!”

out monster showman’s head. I’m laughing the whole time.

He lowers me, but not before my mittened hands land on his shoulders, and for a second too long, we stay like that. Close. His breath curling warm through the cold air. My heart doing absolutely unhinged things in my chet

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1 clear my throat and step back.

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