Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Asher

The forest is alive with chaos, Roots crunching into icy paths, shouts echoing off the towering pines, people stumbling and catching each other as they slip on patches of hallen ice. It’s like a disorganized hend of dees crashing through the underbeuth, and all Lean think is that they’d be dead in anconds if this

The image comes to minil, clear as the snow around un- the deep, bitter cold of a mountain ringe, my fath coming out in tight, controlled bursts behind a snow–covered chillie sun, the trackling of the radio in my ear, the weight of a supported rifle in my hands. Ahardute silence. Faststeps deliberately placed to avoid breaking even the tilest twig. Even sharp, ears sharper, the wrong move, one careless sound, and that was it.

I glance at the people around me, shipping and sliding, shooting over each other. Yeah, Dead in seeds.

But I’m not out there, I remind myself. I’m here. In a snowy forest with a girl in a pink traf and mittens, not a care in the world, pointing up at birds and gasping every time she sees a squirtel scamper through the snow, I watch her for a moment, her cheeks flushed with cold, her nose a little red, her green eyes bright as she leans over to examine a print in the rese

I’ve gotten so used to calling her my princess in the mind, but I’ve never meant it more than now, the’s a fairytale come to life, a winter queen in her coat, her golden hair catching the sunlight, the soh pink scarf wrapped loosely around her neck. She didn’t have a hat, so I gave her mine. It’s black, ton nig on het, and looks almost ridiculous against all her soft, pretty colors. But it’s mine, and it’s on her, and for some reason, that does something to my brain i can’t quite explain

She looks back at me, catching me staring, and I smirk, railing an eyebrow. She grins, her eyes crinkling at the comers, and turns back to the snow

I could watch her all day.

We keep walking, the trees closing in around us, the air getting crisper as the lodge fades into the distance. Two hours pass like nothing, the sun a little lower now, casting long shadows across the snow, I’m fine, barely feeling the burn in my legs, but I can hear people around us starting to complain.

“My Itgs hurt,” Someone whines ahead.

“Bre, how much further?”

“Let’s head back, I’m starving.”

1 glance at Penny. She’s got a little snow clinging to her mitters, a few lakes caught in her hair. She’s breathing harder, but there’s a smile on her lips, a ⚫ight in her eyes that I know means she’s still having fun. That makes me feel good. Maybe too good.

The group starts turning around, people stumbling a little as they change direction on the icy path. I reach out, my hand finding Penny’s waist as the adjusts her footing. She looks up at me, her breath coming out in quick puffs, and I feel that same, stupid, possessive warmth I’ve been fighting for days

We fall to the back of the group, the noise of the others gradually fading into the trees as they push ahead. Tin about to say something, something leasing about how her scarf is slowly slipping off, when I see it.

Small, delicate prints in the snow, off to the side of the path. My heart kicks up a beat, and I slow, my grip on har

waist tightening for a weal

“What is it?” she whispers, her eyes wide as she follows my gaze.

I smirk. This is my chance.

release her waist and crouch, my boots crunching into the snow as I study the prints. I reach back, my arm finding her again, and pull hèg d my palm slipping from her waist to her hip an 1 guide her lower. Her breath catches, and I have to bite back a grin

I point with my other hand, tracing the path of the tiny prints. “There,” I whisper.

Her eyes follow my finger, her hands flying to her mouth when she sees it.

A snow bunny.

with me.

Small, fluffy, white as the snow itself, its little use twitching as it nibbles on something beneath a branch. Its cars perk up at the wind rustles the trees, its entire body going still, frozen in perfect camouflage.

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Chapter 147: Asher

“Oh my God,” she breathes, her eyes shining

One”

I don’t say anything. I set pull my phone from my pocket and sop a picture of her looking at it, her moth slightly open, er eyes wide, the entire face glowing with childish wonder. I’ll troud it to her later. Let her keep this moment.

I feel something twist in iny chest, sharp and unfamiliar. I don’t let myself think too hard about it.

A shout echoes from the path ahead. Somene laughing, too loud. The bunny’s head jerks up, its twitching, and before I can blink Har disappearing into the underbrush.

lets out a little whine, her shoulders drooping. 1

hand ship from her wait at 1 stand, brinking to off my knees. She pouts at the empty oper

where the bunny was, then glances up at me, her face still flushed, het lips still parted.

I can’t help the smirk that polls at my mouth. I used to track enemy footsteps, broken branches left by fleeing targets, Nove I’m chating finy bon prints for this princess

I shake my head at the thought, a lm, almost silent cackle slipping out.

1 really am losing i

Then I see it.

A piece of sandwich, half–buried in the snow. Another one a few feet away, crusts chewed off. Further down, something that looks like baron.

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