Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Penny

By the time we get inside, I’m still half–asleep..

The car ride knocked something loose in my brain that kind of drowsy fog you get when you nap just a little too long and now reality feels like it’s moving at the wrong speed.

Tyler shuts the front door behind us, kicks off his shoes, and leads me by the hand to the living room.

“Here,” he says, gently tugging me down onto the couch.

I blink at him, still caught somewhere between consciousness and whatever half–dream state I was in.

Tyler kneels down, unlacing my sneakers like he’s got all the time in the world.

He pulls one shoe off, then the other, tossing them neatly beside the couch.

Then he tugs off my socks, his fingers brushing lightly against my ankles.

I can’t help it – I smile at him, soft and a little stupid.

When it’s just the two of us

–

no soccer team, no Rebecca hovering, no parties- I love him so much it almost aches.

It feels like it used to.

Simple. Easy. Good.

He looks up at me, grinning that lopsided grin that used to knock the air right out of my lungs when we first met.

“Sorry if tonight was a lot,” he says, cupping my face between his hands.

His palms are warm and steady against my cheeks.

“But I’m really glad you came,” he adds. “I loved having you there. I love showing off my girlfriend.”

–

He leans in, kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my nose rapid little pecks that make me giggle even though I’m still half–dazed.

I bat at him weakly. “Stop, I’m ticklish.”

“Exactly,” he says, nuzzling his face into my neck like a golden retriever. “Best reaction.”

He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his hands still framing my face.

“Want me to stay the night?”

The question is soft. Careful.

Like he’s giving me the option to say no, even though he’s already half–invited himself.

I nod.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice scratchy from sleep. “Stay.”

Because of course I want that.

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Chapter 34: Penny

I want this version of him for as long as I can keep it.

He grins wider, hopping up and offering his hand to me.

“C’mon, sleepyhead.”

He pulls me to my feet, and we start the slow trek upstairs.

Halfway up, he nudges my side gently.

“Glad you’re getting along with Asher, too,” he says casually.

I snort, too tired to pretend otherwise.

“I don’t know if ‘getting along‘ is the right phrase.”

He laughs, a short, breathy sound.

“Don’t take it personal. Ash doesn’t like anyone. If he’s actually talking to you, that’s practically a love letter by his standards.”

I shake my head, smiling a little despite myself.

“Good to know.”

We reach my room, and I flick on the light.

It’s the same as always – messy, a little chaotic, but mine.

I peel off my hoodie first, tossing it into the general direction of the laundry basket. Then my leggings follow, leaving me in just my tank top and underwear.

The cool air kisses my bare legs, and I shiver a little, diving under the blankets.

Tyler peels off his shirt and jeans, until he’s left in just his boxers.

He slides in next to me immediately, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in tight against him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

I bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him – sweat, laundry detergent, a little bit of something sweet underneath.

Being here, with him, feels safe,

It feels right.

And yeah, okay, things have been weird lately.

I’ve been stressed about dance, about school, about everything.

He’s been pulled in a million directions by his friends, his games, his endless social calendar.

It’s been easy to feel like we’re slipping.

Like there’s this quiet gap growing between us that neither of us really knows how to talk about.

But maybe… maybe it’s not that deep

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Chapter 34, Penny

Maybe it’s just life.

Maybe it’s just hard sometimes.

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