Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 98

ALLISON’S POV

NEW YEAR EVE

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I’ve been in this hospital long enough to really appreciate Justin being here. Long enough to realize that

stepping into a new year with him is surreal. Who even am I right now? I never thought I’d be dating him…

hell, I never thought I’d be holding hands with him on New Year’s Eve, and staring at stars.

“Do you think we can see a shooting star?” Katy whispers to Braydon, though loud enough that I catch it.

She rubs her gloved hands together like she’s trying to warm herself from the inside out, and Braydon

takes one, nudging her head onto his shoulder.

I shift my attention back to Justin, because I know he’s watching me. And yeah, there’s a half-smile on his

face.

“What?” I ask, lifting his hand to kiss it. “Why are you smiling?”

“I miss that,” he says. “I miss carrying you around, cooking for you, fixing my room after you sleep over and trash it. I miss everything.”

My eyes water, and I look away, blinking too fast. How dare he bring this up on an already emotional night?

I mean, it’s New Year’s Eve and it’s supposed to be reflective, sure, but today has been a nonstop panic

attack for me.

Yeah, I’m not a toddler, but sometimes I can’t control my mind. It won’t stop whispering that maybe if

Justin and I hadn’t dated, he wouldn’t be here. That maybe I’m the reason for everything. And yet, I want to cling to him, to the past, to every stupid, perfect memory we’ve made.

I’ve told myself I’m selfish for hiding behind the smiles, for pretending the happy moments could erase the chaos in my head instead of thinking logically. But the logical thoughts I tried to force? They were all wrong. All of them and it only took him saying what he just said to make me see it.

“Are you crying?” His grip tightens slightly around my hand. “Allison…look at me.”

Slowly, I lift my gaze to him, and his grey eyes are glossy, and just…him. I fell for this man a long time ago. but every time I look at him, I fall in love all over again. He’s the most perfect person I’ve ever met, the rare privilege I get to call mine and I just wish I were better at showing it and letting him know exactly how much he means to me,

“I miss that too,” I croak, pressing my lips together. “Do you…remember that time you asked me to cut some veggies…” I chuckle, shaking my head. “…that onion.”

“That onion,” he repeats, grinning wide. “It tore you up, and then you threw a full-on tantrum and ran away.”

“Hey.” I tap him playfully. “I didn’t run away. You were just underestimating me, and it wasn’t funny. I know my way around the kitchen perfectly well.”

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