Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 143

ALLISON’S POV

I barge into Katy’s room, my gaze darting around, and then slump against the door when I realize she’s not here.

Ugh. How could I forget she’s tutoring Braydon tonight?

I stomp my foot, rake my fingers through my hair, and pace across the floor. Who am I supposed to talk to about what happened in the museum? Seriously, who? And besides, who can even explain Justin better than his own sister?

I am very sure that version of him in the elevator is not the guy I’ve known for two years. That hot, intense, looming-over-me-Justin that almost made me combust, was not human.

Or wait.

I press my hands to my face and let out a breath. Maybe… maybe I’m exaggerating or a bit sensitive. Let’s look at this rationally: the elevator was tiny and Justin…everyone knows Justin has a temper. He was probably annoyed about Sean and me having a fight. Maybe he was just trying to… help and was in his concerned brother mode. And maybe, just maybe, in his concern, he leaned a little too close. It’s totally normal, totally fine.

And there has to be a perfectly good reason he was also staring at me with eyes full of regret and something else. It can’t be desire. Ugh. A shiver runs through me anyway.

Even if it is desire, I’m sure it’s the kind that wants to smack me, not… whatever my brain is imagining. It’s the desire to teach me a good lesson on choosing good men.

Bingo.

I don’t need Katy after all, I figured it out myself.

A knock at the door jerks me out of my spiral. Is that Katy? I dash over, hoping it’s her but my smile falters when I see who it is.

“Sean.” I exhale.

He’s smiling, holding up a bouquet of roses, and I already know why he’s here. After all, he’s texted me about ten times already.

At the end of the day, I was right. My heart and Justin? Wrong. Sean cares about me and sure, we have our differences, but he always apologizes first. Always.

“Hey, baby,” he says.

“Why are you here?” I cross my arms over my chest.

He pouts a little. “You know why.”

I shrug. “I don’t.”

He clears his throat. “Dear Allie baby, I said some mean things to you on our anniversary and I really didn’t mean to hurt you. I acted like a selfish prick and only thought about myself.

Please, can you forgive me and accept me back?”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve got to do better than that.”

“Should I go on my knees?” He starts to drop to the ground, but I stop him, feigning nonchalance. “Tell me what to do and I’ll do it, Alls.”

“Forget it.” I extend my hand for the flowers, and he smiles, handing them to me. “Don’t think I’m easy just because I forgave you so soon.”

“Of course not,” he says, pulling me into a hug and I relax against his shoulder, exhaling.

Sometimes I want to never see Sean again because I get so mad at him, so frustrated. And I know he’s not perfect, but he’s familiar.

And familiar is safe, familiar is predictable. People love to say relationships should be close to perfect, but I’ve been with him for so long I honestly don’t know what it feels like not to be with him.

When we pull apart, he pushes my hair behind my ears. “I’m sorry for everything I said.”

I nod. “I forgive you.”

Grabbing my waist, he kisses my lips. “Wanna go out with me tonight?”

I immediately bob my head. “Where to?”

“You know the old Lambda House?”

I tilt my head. “Isn’t that the one that got shut down?”

“Yeah, but it’s being revived again,” he says. “School doesn’t know about it, so it’s kind of cooler now. Let’s go have some fun there.”

I narrow my eyes, thinking. Katy won’t be back soon, and I actually need to clear my head and let go of everything that happened today.

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll go change.”

He smacks my ass as I turn away. “Wear something sexy.”

“Of course I will,” I call over my shoulder.

After changing into a short skirt and a top that definitely doesn’t help with the night cold, I head out with Sean.

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