Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player novel Chapter 185

eyes skim over me too. Slowly. Lingering.

“Okay,” she says nervously, brushing invisible lint off the skirt. “You can stop staring anytime now.”

I don’t.

Can’t.

Won’t.

She flicks her gaze back to me, and there’s this shift like she suddenly realises what she’s doing to me. Her cheeks warm, eyes flickering to my jaw, then lower. Her breath hitches, and yeah – she sees it now. The heat between us. The barely–holding–it–together hunger I’m not bothering to hide.

“Jesus,” I mutter, finally, and lean back against the wall like it’s the only thing keeping me upright./

Her brows pinch. “Too much?”

“Not even close.” I step toward her slowly, careful, reverent. “You look…”

I stop, because beautiful doesn’t cut it. Hot doesn’t even scratch the surface. And I refuse to use a word like sexy when what I’m feeling is something closer to awe.

She shifts, uncomfortable. “It’s not- I mean, it’s short. And kind of ridiculous.”

I shake my head, eyes never leaving hers. “You could walk into that place barefoot in that dress, and I’d still be the proudest bastard in the building.”

Her lips twitch. The start of a smile she’s trying to fight. She doesn’t win.

She glances at my chest again, at the open collar, at the way I’m looking at her like she’s a miracle. I see her swallow. I see her pulse jump.

“I’m still not sure about this,” she murmurs, tugging at the hem.

I take her hand, gently, and kiss her knuckles. “Sit.”

She raises a brow. “We’ve been over this. I’m not a dog.”

I grin. “You’re right. You’re the love of my life. I’m just trying to keep your knees from buckling while I put your coat on, because, sweetheart, if you looked at me the way I just looked at you, I’d be clinging to furniture.“.

That earns me a full laugh — bright and breathless and I swear it’s the best sound I’ve heard in days.

She sits. I kneel. Help her into her coat with the kind of care I’ve never given anything in my life. And when I rise again, she’s looking up at me like I hung the stars — like I’m the only thing in the room worth staring at.

I can’t help myself.

I dip down, catching her mouth with mine, lips dark with that perfect red lipstick that’s now officially my new addiction. She tastes sweet like sugar and sin and something I’d happily spend the rest of my life worshipping.

I kiss her like I mean it. Like I’ve been waiting all night. Like I’d cancel the dinner, the reservation, the whole damn world just to stay here and feel her melt against me.

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