Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Penny

by is still trembling, and my heat feels like it’s been squeezed to hallitize. I wist al m

By the time we reach the cabin, I’m crying a little less, but my body cheeks with the back of mm hand, but the team just keep coming.

Max walks me to the door, his arm still gently and my shoulders. He lears down to look at me, his vice low and careful

“You porna be okay?”

(‘sod, though it’s a shaky, uncertain movement. “Yeah. I think an

I take a deep meath, but when I look up at him, I gamp

“Max, your jaw-

His skin is red and shrady bruising where Tyler’s fist connected. My stomach twists with guilt.

Max touches his jaw, wincing a little, then drops his hand. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” I whisper, my eyes filling with tears again. “You got hurt because of me.

He grabs my shoulder, his hold gentle but firm. “No, I got hurt because Tyler’s facking ahule. You didn’t do anything. Penny. You hear me?

l’open my mouth to acque, but he cuts me off.

“You’re not to blame for any of this. Tyler’s the one who messed up. He wanted two people, so he tried to have both. That’s not on you. And Zoe? She’s just as bag. They both did this to you. Not you.”

His words cut through some of the fog in my head, and I nod, sniffling.

Max softens his grip, his hand sliding down to hold mine. “Please don’t worry about fe. I get more hurt playing football Seriously.”

1 try to laugh, but it’s a broken, hollow sound. “Are you suIT YOU” okay walking back!“

“Yeah.” He squeezes my hand. “I’ll test you when I’m back at the lodge. Don’t worry about me, okay?”

1 manage a small nod, and he pulls me into one more tight, comforting hug. Then he walks back down the path, glancing over his shoulder and to make Jure I’m okay

I push the door open and step imide,

Asher’s jacket is on the floor, shredded and bloody, and his boots are haphazardly kicked off Panic rushes back, and my heartbear picks up again. 1 hear water running from the washroom.

“Asher?” I call, my voice small and tight. No answer.

I walk closer, pushing the bathroom door open a track. Asher? Can I come

There’s a beat of silence, then a low, mugh, “Yeah.”

I slip inside and stop dead in i

The sink is stained with streaks of blood, and Apher is standing in front of it, his back to me, shirt peeled hallway off. There are two long cuts on his right bicep, both red and angry, though they don’t look deep enough to need stitchen. Still, the sight makes my stomach flip.

He’s pressing gauze to one of the

;cuta, his movements precise and calm, He he’s done this a thousand times before.

“Oh my God, Asher,” I breathe out, stepping closer.

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Chapter 152 Penny

He barely dances at me, focusing on tying off the game. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine. You’re bleeding. You need to go in the hospital.”

He shakes his head, alot like he’s ashoyed, but not at me at the situation. “It’s not that had. I already cleaned it pat need wrapping

“Tenny,” he says famly, but not unkiendly, his voice steady. “I’m okay.”

I bite my lip, watching his hands as he finalizes the bandage. Eve never seen him look s… different. His usually guarded, calculated movements ine eighty shaky, like he’s riding the tail end of an aderncline nish

He ties off the grade, cats the excess with his knife, and then finally turns in face me. The second his eyes meet mine, he stille,

“Why are you crying?” he asks, his bone charging completely.

I can’t answer. I don’t know how to put it into seords. I just keep staring at the blood on his arm, the evilses already forming and the scratches,

Asher crosses the small distance between us in two long strides, drops to one knee, and grips my thighs just above my knees, looking up at me

“What happened?” His voice is tough, low, and laced with a dangerous–edge. “Is it Max? Did someone else do something? Are you hurt?”

I shake my head, but he’s already running his hands up my legs, as if checking for injuries. My breath catches, and I grab his wrists to stop him.

His jaw clenches. “Penny, Tell me.”

“I’m okay.” I whisper, but my voice cracks on the last word.

He looks up at me, his eyes piercing, and it’s like he’s looking for any sign of pain, any injury he missed. He stands back up but doesn’t release me. His hands me to cup my face, his thursh brushing away bears 1 didn’t even know were still falling.

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