Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 75

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The cold water splashed around his legs as he stepped deeper into the sea, the waves breaking softly against his trousers. I clung to his shoulders, laughing and protesting, while the ocean breeze whipped strands of my hair across my face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

He looked completely unbothered. In fact, he looked amused.

“Oh, I would,” he said calmly.

The water climbed higher around his legs until it reached his knees. The chill from the ocean drifted up through the air, and I shivered instinctively.

“Tristan,” I warned again.

His arms tightened slightly around me.

Then, without another word, he leaned forward.

The next second, the cold ocean swallowed both of us.

I shrieked. The water splashed around us as he released me, and I stumbled slightly before regaining my balance in the shallow waves.

“It’s freezing!” I gasped.

Tristan laughed. It wasn’t the soft and deep chuckle I was used to hearing from him, but a genuine, carefree laugh that echoed across the quiet beach.

I stared at him, stunned.

“You did that on purpose,” I accused.

“Of course I did.”

My hair was already soaked, my clothes clinging to my skin as the water moved around us.

He only smirked. I scooped up a handful of water and splashed it straight at him.

He blinked as the water hit his face.

“Oh,” he said slowly.

I grinned.

“Now you’re in trouble.”

He stepped toward me.

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I squealed and tried to run, but the water slowed my movements, and he easily caught up with me.

Another splash of water hit my shoulder.

“Tristan!”

The two of us started laughing as we splashed each other like children.

The waves rolled gently against the shore, and the salty air filled my lungs with every breath.

It was strange.

The night was dark.

Yet somehow, everything felt bright.

For a while, we forgot everything else.

It was just the two of us standing in the water like a pair of teenagers who had snuck out for the night.

Eventually, the splashing slowed and the laughter faded into quiet breaths.

We stood there, the water moving softly around us. My hair clung to my shoulders, and my blouse was completely soaked.

Tristan looked no better.

His perfectly tailored shirt was wet, clinging to his chest, and his trousers were dripping with seawater.

I started laughing again.

“We look terrible,” I said.

“You don’t look terrible as I look at you.:

For a moment, neither of us moved.

The waves brushed against our legs, and the moonlight reflected in the water between us.

He was looking at me again.

My laughter faded slowly.

My heart began beating a little faster.

The distance between us was not much–just a few inches.

I did not even remember stepping closer. But somehow, I had. The ocean breeze moved gently around us, carrying the sound of the waves and the distant cry of seabirds.

Tristan’s gaze softened.

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His hand lifted slightly, brushing a damp strand of hair away from my face.

My breath caught.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

Then he leaned closer.

My eyes drifted closed instinctively.

The distance between us disappeared slowly.

I could feel his breath.

The warmth of it against my skin.

My heart pounded louder in my chest.

And just when I thought-

His finger pressed lightly against my lips.

My eyes opened immediately.

He was smiling.

“I told you,” he said softly.

“No kiss until we’re together.”

I stared at him for a second before I sighed.

“You are still on that,” I said.

He shrugged slightly.

“Of course.”

I shook my head.

He looked completely satisfied with himself.

“Give me an answer first.”

I looked away toward the horizon.

The ocean stretched endlessly before us, the waves glowing faintly under the moon.

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.

He tilted his head.

“For what?”

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“For not having an answer yet.”

His expression softened slightly, but he did not push. Instead, he stepped back and gestured toward the shore.

“Come on.”

We slowly swam back toward the beach, the cold water brushing against our legs with every step.

By the time we reached the sand again, I was shivering.

The ocean breeze felt colder now that we were completely soaked.

I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Great,” I muttered. “I’m wet.”

Tristan stopped walking, looking back at me and smirked.

I immediately pointed a finger at him.

“Don’t start.”

He raised both hands in surrender. Then he mimed zipping his mouth shut.

Despite myself, I laughed. He chuckled quietly.

We walked back toward the parking area, our shoes squishing softly against the sand.

The night air felt colder now.

My teeth chattered slightly.

When we reached the car, I hesitated beside the passenger door. He stopped in his tracks and looked at

1. me.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“We’re soaking wet,” I said.

“Yes.”

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