Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Penny

When i wake up, the first thing I notice is the quiet crackle of the fire. The cond in the steady rise and fall head, muscles flexed against illow like he’s posing for a statue of some ancient war pod.

Asher’s chest, his arms folded behind hi

He’s still asleep, sow sharp even in the dim mening light, lips parted just a bit, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. He looks peaceful, which is é strange word to associate with a man like him.

I blink slowly, trying to piece together the blurry edges of last night, I remember the warmth of his chest against my back, the quiet rumble of his breath heat my rat as the movie played, the way his lands settled on my waist to add the laptop. I remember has fingers brushing against my thigh. The heat of his touch seeping through my leggings.

And then…nothing.

I must have fallen asleep, and he probably carried me to this bed.

I find that thought sweeter than I should.

How many people see this side of him? The thoughtful, caring man behind the cold, unbreakable exterior? The man who takes me for hot chocolate, touches my hair so gently, and refuses to let me sleep on the edge of a bed because he’s terrified 111 fall again?

I breathe in deep, a hint of smoke and pine clinging to the air, and decide i need to me. My muscles are staff from the drive, the snowman building, the fall that still lingers in my bones. I slip out of bed an quietly as possible, trying not to disturb him, and stand in the center of the cabin.

First position. Shoulders down. Chin up.

I breathe in again, let my arms glide out to the sides, lift one foot into a slow relevé, feeling the stretch through my calves, my toes, the fine muscles along my legs. I close my eyes, find my halance. It feels good to he moving again, even if it’s just a fraction of what I’m used to.

I point one foot behind me, tors brushing the wooden floor, then extend my arms and lift into an arabesque attitude derrière. My back arches, one leg lifted. behind me, toes pointed, free hand stretched gracefully in front of me. The slight pull in my back feels perfect, like I’m finally waking up parts of myself that have been dormant for too long.

I feel my body again. I feel strong Capable

“Impressive what you can do with your body.”

I gasp nearly losing my balance, and drop my leg. My eyes snap to Asher. He’s still in bed, arms still behind his head, but his eyes are open now, dark and steady, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

I place a hand over my racing heart. “How long have you been awake?”

He doesn’t answer, just lets his gaze sweep over me slowly, like he’s committing every line, every angle, to memory.

I clear my throat, heat rising to my cheeks. “Have you seen half the stuff you do with your body?”

He sits up, stretching his arms, muscles flexing in ways that should be illegal this early in the morning. “My body could never fuld like that.”

I let out a breathless laugh. “Yeah, probably not. You’d snap in half.”

his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet on the wooden flour, and resti

He gives me one of those slow, crooked grins that make my pulse race. He swings his elbows on his knees, watching me like I’m the ghost interesting thing in the room.

1 tum away, trying to hide my flushed cheeks as move into a deep plié, letting my knees bend graorfully, back straight. When I rise, I feel his eyes still on

“Are you scared to go back?” he asks, voice pugh with sleep but sharp witherfosity.

I pause, aims still raised. My reflection stars back at me from the window, blurred by the faint frost gathering on the glass

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Chapter 133: Penny

“Yeah,” I admit. “A bit.”

He doesn’t say anything, just watches me, waiting for me to continue.

I take a deep breath. “I know I can do it. Realistically, I know that Lut and I did that lift at least nine times that day. We’ve done it perfectly for n

was just……. a moment of distraction. It was an accident. I know he’ll be twice as careful

I drop my arms, twisting my fingers together. “But I’m scared hesitate. Or freeze. Or tense up in the air, and that can be just a dangemus. Maybe more.”

He nods slowly, like he understands. Maybe he does. Maybe he’s had moments like this too–moments where a split second of hesitation could cost him everything.

I let out a shaky breath and shake my arms out. The chill in the room seeps into my bones again, pulling me back to the present. I can feel his gaze on me hot and steady.

“Do you want to help me stretch my back?” I say, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

He raises an eyebrow. “Last time your spine cracked.”

Igipele, my body relaxing a bit at his deadpan tone. “It’s supposed to stretch my back.”

He groans a little, like I’ve just asked him to carry merupa mountain, but he stands and steps behind mr. His hands find my waist, thumbs pressing gently against my lower hack, fingers splayed across my sides.

He pushes, his hands firm but careful, and my spine stretches, a soft crack echoing through the cabin. I breathe out, relieved.

“lesses,” he muttres, pulling his hands back. “I’ll never get

used to that.”

glance out my shoulder at him, a small, teasing smile on my lips. “Yeah, because when you hear that sound, it’s because you just broke someone’s bones, right?

I mean it as a joke, a light little dig at the soldier who can break arms and fingers without a second thought. But when I turn fally, his face has gone still.

Oh.

I feel

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