Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 77

Loving The Better Brother

Chapter 77 The Game’s Winner

WILLOW

“I’m hot.”

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The words slipped from my mouth casually, but the truth was that the room had begun to feel warmer the moment his expression changed.

The robe had loosened slightly around my shoulders when I untied the belt, but I had not let it fall completely. I had simply allowed the fabric to hang open enough to suggest what lay beneath.

Tristan had gone perfectly still.

His eyes were on me, and the smirk he sported dropped a little bit. He didn’t appear playful or amused anymore. Instead, he looked focused.

I tilted my head slightly and smiled as if nothing had happened.

“Your hair is still wet? You should dry it with a dryer and not only a towel.”

“Give me a second,” I said lightly.

I walked back toward the vanity table and picked up my phone.

A moment later, music filled the room.

The slow rhythm immediately changed the atmosphere of the room, wrapping everything in a subtle tension that made the air feel warmer than it was.

I turned back toward him.

He had not moved.

He was still standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, watching me carefully.

I walked toward him slowly. The robe moved with every step, brushing softly against my legs.

When I reached him, I stopped just close enough that I could see the faint drop of water sliding slowly down the side of his neck.

“Want me to dry your hair?” I asked sweetly.

Before he could even respond, I already placed both hands against his chest and pushed.

Before he could finish, I placed both hands against his chest and pushed.

Tristan stumbled back one step and fell onto the edge of the nearest bed.

The mattress dipped under his weight. For a moment, he simply looked up at me in surprise.

I crossed my arms casually.

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“Sit still.”

His eyebrow lifted.

I plugged in the hair dryer and turned it on.

Warm air began to blow softly.

Tristan leaned back slightly on his hands, watching me as I stepped closer and began running the dryer through his damp hair.

The strands fluttered under the warm air, and I lifted sections gently with my fingers.

Every now and then, I would lightly massage his scalp.

Tristan’s gaze never left my face.

It was intense and heavy, which was why I couldn’t look him in the eyes.

The hotel room seemed to grow warmer with every passing second. The air conditioner was doing very little to cool the tension building between us.

I leaned a little closer as I worked the dryer through the back of his hair.

“You know,” I said casually, “I figured out what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” he said quietly.

“Yes.”

“And what am I doing?”

“You’re playing a game.”

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His lips twitched slightly.

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

I turned the dryer off for a moment and brushed his hair lightly with my fingers.

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“You think if you push me long enough, I’ll give you the answer you want.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“And will you?”

I smiled faintly.

“Nice try.”

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I turned the dryer on again.

This time, I moved around the bed so that I was standing directly in front of him.

The robe brushed softly against my legs.

Tristan’s gaze shifted downward.

“You look warm,” he said.

“I am warm.”

“Maybe you should take off the robe.”

I pretended to consider it.

“You think so?”

“Yes.”

I shrugged.

“Well… it is hot.”

His eyes sharpened slightly.

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I lifted my hands slowly and slipped the robe from

my shoulders.

The soft fabric slid down my arms and fell onto the bed beside him.

Now I stood in nothing but my underwear.

Tristan’s breathing changed.

It was subtle, but I noticed.

The room felt even hotter now.

I continued drying his hair, pretending I wasn’t in my underwear. My fingers moved through the strands again, massaging lightly.

The warm air brushed across his hair as I leaned closer.

My knee touched the mattress.

Tristan’s hands gripped the edge of the bed slightly.

His gaze had become dangerously intense now.

“You’re enjoying this,” he said quietly.

“Maybe.”

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“You’re teasing me.”

“Maybe.”

“You realize I still haven’t kissed you.”

“That rule was your idea.”

“Yes.”

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“And you’re sticking to it.”

“Yes.”

I tilted my head slightly and studied him.

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