Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181

My checks go hot. The cab driver is very suspiciously invested in his rearview mirror, but Liam doesn’t care. He never does. When I hesitate, he reaches up and brushes his knuckles across my check like he’s trying to warm me from the inside out.

“You okay, love?”

That’s another thing. He’s clingy. Obnoxiously so. It’s subtle in public a hand at my waist, a thumb brushing mine – but in private, it’s full contact like he’s making up for all the hours he couldn’t touch me. I don’t think he’s let go since the bakery.

I suddenly remember something and bite back a smile. “You should grow out some facial hair.”

He blinks. “What?”

“You’d look good with stubble. Rugged. Dangerous. Less like a golden retriever.”

Liam grins, wicked and amused. “You like the golden retriever look.”

“Do I?”

“You do,” he murmurs, leaning in, voice just for me. “But if you want me to rough it up a little, say the word.”

He’s entirely too pleased with himself.

I roll my eyes and nudge his leg with mine. “Just saying. You might look nice with a little scruff. Not everything about you needs to be squeaky clean.”

He tilts his head. “Is this your way of saying you want me to grow a beard?”

“No. God, no. You’d look like a lumberjack. Just… experiment. Live dangerously.”

He laughs. Quiet and delighted. Like I’ve given him a compliment and a challenge all in one. His fingers lace with mine, and he brings the back of my hand to his lips.

“Dangerous,” he says again. “Noted.”

“A bit of a scruff would serve you well,” the driver nods in agreement, looking even more pleased by my suggestion than I am. Fans are scary. “You’re lucky to have someone who gives you good advice. All my wife cares about is when next I can pay the bills,” he grumbles a bit and Liam chuckles.

He pinches my cheek softly.

“You won’t be like that when we’re married, right?” he murmurs, lips twitching like he’s trying to be casual but very much knows what he’s doing. “I like you just like this. Actually… I like you however you are.

My brain trips over itself so hard it forgets how to function.

“I’m sorry- what?”

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