Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180

He doesn’t let me.

In three strides, he’s behind me, his hands on either side of the counter, caging me in. “Missed you.”

“You’ve said that.”

“I wasn’t done saying it.”

I glance back at him over my shoulder. “You’re being clingy.”

“You love it when I’m clingy.”

I roll my eyes and start wiping down the counter. “I love it when you don’t get in my way while I’m working.”

He leans in, lips brushing just behind my ear. “Liar.”

I freeze.

God, I hate him.

And by hate I mean: want to turn around and climb him like a tree.

I turn around and press a hand to his chest to keep some kind of distance, but he just leans into it. “You’re really standing in a bakery, during business hours, trying to seduce me?”

He smiles, slow and smug. “Technically, you’re closed. Also, your hands smell like vanilla. I’m barely hanging on here.”

“You’re unbelievable.

“You’re so beautiful, love.”

That one catches me off guard. My heart skips like I’m still seventeen and not used to this man’s mouth.

He watches me quietly, all that cheeky confidence flickering into something softer. “I thought about you every day. All week. I’d sleep and wake up missing you. And now you’re right here, and you smell like sugar and I want to kiss you until you forget what you were baking.”

I stare at him.

He waits.

“You’re not allowed to say stuff like that when I’m covered in flour and look like a frizzed–up lunch lady.”

“You’re not allowed to look like this and expect me not to be feral about it.”

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