Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 177

ALLISON’S POV

I can feel someone staring at me, warm breath brushing my face. I’ve slipped in and out of sleep at least three times now, and every time I do, I feel his gaze, like he’s been waiting for me to wake up.

There’s no one here with me but Justin, and I can’t stop the small, stupid smile that creeps onto my face, knowing he’s been watching me sleep for hours.

“What are you looking at?” I whisper, squinting as I crack my eyes open.

Like I expected, Justin’s staring down at me with a super bright smile. His eyes are way lighter than that intense, dark vibe they had last night, and I can’t help but fixate on his lips, replaying all those naughty moments in my head.

His hair’s a total mess and he’s still shirtless… or maybe straight-up naked under the sheets.

He reaches out and pinches my nose playfully. “Did you sleep well?”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he leans up against me, almost lying on top.

“I think I slept… really well,” I mutter. “Thanks to a certain someone.”

“Hmmmm.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my chin. “I think I slept well too, thanks to a certain someone.”

I giggle. “You’re literally glowing like a light bulb.”

He bursts into laughter and I nearly gasp. Like is this even a normal human sound? I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh this loud. And for what? I didn’t even make a joke… obviously.

I hit his shoulder playfully. “What’s with you? Why are you grinning like a goofball?”

“I’m happy.” He doesn’t even try to sugarcoat it. “Really happy.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I roll my eyes. “Is that how happy you are because… you know… last night?”

He flushes red. “There were… other memorable events.”

“Name one.” I trail my finger slowly from his forehead down to his nose, resting just above his lips.

“I want to hear all of it.”

He shrugs. “They were a lot. Let’s not go into details.”

Or maybe he just can’t name anything beyond the way we completely tore each other up last night. You’d think that Mr. Rock Face and Campus Grimage over here has less experience. Or that two years of abstinence would make him awkward or slow. Yeah, definitely not. If anything, it’s the exact opposite, and I can barely feel my own clit, thanks to…well, him.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts, then pout dramatically. “I’m hungry.”

“You are?”

I nod. “All that…” I trail off, biting my lip. “I must’ve burned an illegal amount of calories.”

His lips curve into a slow grin as he strokes my chin. “I can make us something good for breakfast.

What do you want?”

“You,” I tease.

He visibly tenses above me, his pupils darkening.

“As tempting as that is,” he mutters, exhaling, “you actually need real food before you pass out.”

“Yeah,” I snort. “I’ll eat anything you’re cool with whipping up. I already know you’re annoyingly good.”

He nods, clearly pleased with himself. “Breakfast coming right up.”

He leans down to kiss me once more before sliding out of bed, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing. I don’t even pretend not to watch. His bare ass is streaked with faint red marks I barely remember leaving, his movements lazy and confident, like he knows exactly the effect he has on

I flop back onto the pillows with a stupid smile. Yeah. I definitely slept well.

He slips out of the room, then comes back a few minutes later with a cup of warm water, pressing it into my hands before disappearing again.

I sit there holding it, staring at the faint steam curling into the air, suddenly deep in thought about my whole girlie lifestyle. I’ve watched an embarrassing number of videos about the benefits of drinking warm water in the morning-detox, glowing skin, inner peace, and alignment with the universe, all that. And the first time I actually drink one is at the apartment of the guy who had me folded like a pretzel last night.

As I sip the water slowly, I slide out of bed wearing his shirt and start searching for my phone. It’s not dead, which already feels like a small miracle until I catch my reflection on the black screen and nearly scream.

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