Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 73

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Chapter 73: Asher

I’m even sure what I’m doing anymore, I just know I want her to keep ing. That bright, nor the top, Herth–bering, loy–pouring

We stand selling fainel cake, and she gaps so loud you’d think someone proposed.

“Vili rey God,” she says, tuining to me, eyes wide, “Do you like funnel cake?”

I shrug. “I like sugar and fried things. So yeah?

“Perfect,” she says, already pulling me toward the line. “We need one immediately”

We wait behind a couple arguing about powdered sugar rati. Penny hur sotly to herself, that hear still tucked under her arm like her child. She glances at me, then down at our shoes, them back up again.

“I like your boots,” she says.

I look down at the same black combat boots I’ve been wearing since deployment.

“They’re practical,” I say.

She grins. “They make you look terrifying.”

“That’s the idea.”

We get the funnel cake, covered in powdered sugar and strawberry sauce. She tears a piece off, sticks it in her mouth, moans a little too loudly, and immediately turns red.

“Oh my God,” she says around the bite. “This is so unfairly good.”

“You moaned.”

“No, I didn’1”

She squints. “Okay, maybe a little. But it was involuntary. Like when people see puppies.”

I tear off a plece and try it. Yeah, It’s stupidly good.

We walk and eat, sharing bites, and I’m not even mad about the powdered sugar that’s probably no coating my shirt. She stops in front of a mirror maze nest, her eyes sparkling

“This one next.”

“You sure?”

“Why? You scared?” she teases.

“I just don’t want you getting stuck in there and crying for me to save you.”

“Oh, please. If anything. Ell have to rome rescue you.”

That was her a unitk.

Inside the maze, everything warps. Mirrors preschnut, surink of down, till reality sideways. She laughs at every distorted version of herself, and when our mirror makes me look about four feet tall and 400 pounds, she nearly cries from laughing.

“You look like an angry halloon animal.”

Chapter 73. Asher

We get lost twice. She walks straight, ista a mitter once and squeks,

“Okay, I’m starting to see you

ser jönu point,”

Eventually, we find the est, breathless with laughter. She’n leming on me a little, her hand muund my arm the it belongs there, I don’t duke ber

Next is the coronsel. She chooses a white heese with gold frm and insists I take the ane beside her

“C’mon, tough guy,” she says, “Let’s side the pooles.”

I groan but follow. The tile stats, and she best me as the small gap between our hoses. The wind catches her hair, and for a second, ikika something for a movie. She’s all light and joy and weamih. Something in my chest shifts.

After that, we hit the games again. She tries the ring tons–fils miserably and demands a rematch. I wis lee another lime staffed bear the insiste en naming it Sergeant Snuggles.

We’re walking, talking, her hand occasionally brushing mine, and then it happens.

We’re in a narrow path between booths. A group of rowdy guys barrels through. One of them slams into Penny’s side hard, sending her unbling forward

I react before I think my arm wrapping around her waist, catching her just in time before she hits her head on the ground. Her body presses into me, her chest heaving. The guy doesn’t even look back.

I glare after him, but I can’t chase him down without letting her go.

“You okay?” I ask, my voice low, tense,

She nods, breathless. “Yeah, just startled.-

tht away. I keep her there, close, my hand pressed firmly to her sade. She’s shaking a little, I hate that

I don’t let go right away. 1.

“I’m sorry,” she says, barely audible.

“Don’t be

She steps hack gently, and I let her. But the tension doesn’t leave me! The fair doesn’t feel fun anymore, it feels like noise. Liberiak. But I look at her–how hard she’s trying to hold onto the joy and I force myself to relax.

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