Military’s Girl
I huffed at him as my flat fist made contact with his bicep, though a smile was still on my face.
"Whatever." He smiled, this time he was the one who rolled his eyes at me.
"Hey guys, you're just in time for dinner, as usual. Come in, come in!" Ty's mom said from the front door, a pleasant smile on her face. Tyler looked just like his mom, same brown hair and green eyes, he definitely got his dimples from her too. My parents went ahead of us through the door, but just as I was about to enter, Ty grabbed my hand and held me hostage.