Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

I run a hand over Luka’s head – he’s been sprawled out beside me this whole time, yawning dramatically while I try to talk sense into his twin. Sometimes I wonder if we spoiled them both too much. Luka maybe more than Lucille.

He’s like a house cat. A lazy one.

I rub his temple – no fever. Honestly, I’m starting to think he faked being sick just for the attention.

“What do you think, Luka?”

Without even cracking an eye open, he mutters, “Don’t care. She’ll figure it out when they shove her off a cliff. Or not. Maybe she’ll think it’s their love language.” Another yawn.

My eye twitches.

This kid…

Lucille, meanwhile, is livid. “At least I have friends! I’m not the one who’s too lazy to make any – or keep them.”

Luka rubs his eyes and gives her a deadpan look, like even acknowledging her is a personal sacrifice. “And never get rid of them. Please. Save the rest of us the horror.”

I press my fingers into my temple.

Then, I catch myself thinking – God, I wish Emilia were here.

She would’ve had Luka eating out of the palm of her hand by now. Or coaxing Lucille with cookies. Either way, problem solved.

And now I can’t stop thinking about how she looked this morning – hair damp from the shower, tied up in that lazy bun she somehow still makes hot. Or how she stole my hoodie, and how it looked ten times better on her than it ever did on me.

She smells like coffee and something sweet I can’t name, but I‘ d kill to have beneath my tongue. Her laugh lingers in my head. longer than it should. And don’t even get me started on how casually she leans against the doorframe just to watch me get ready.

Damn it.

Lucille’s still ranting. Luka’s halfway to sleep again. And I’m sitting here thinking about a girl who’s just a floor above me. Who I was with less than an hour ago.

An hour too long. What am I even doing away from her in the first place?

I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face. “Alright, that’s enough. I’m going to bed. You have school in the morning. You too, Luka.”

He sits up like I just betrayed him. “What? I’m sick.”

“Nice try, kiddo.” I ruffle his hair as I get up. “I’m not one of your sisters you’ve gotta work harder to fool me.”

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I cross the room to Lucille, who’s still radiating teen rage. I reach out to pat her head, but she ducks away with a dramatic huff.

“When are you leaving?”

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