Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 35

LIAM The hum of the plane fills the silence between us. Emilia’s fingers are still laced with mine, her grip is not as tight as before but it’s still there. I don’t mention it, though. I also don’t mention how warm her hand is, or how her thumb rests just slightly against mine, like she forgot to move it. She’s staring out the window now, her book abandoned in her lap. She hasn’t turned a page in fifteen minutes. “See anything interesting?” I ask, my voice low. She turns her head, eyes flicking to mine. “Clouds.” “Fascinating.” She rolls her eyes, but there’s a small, almost reluctant smile playing on her lips. “You asked.” I lean back in my seat, shifting slightly so our arms touch again. “I did. But you could’ve lied. Told me you saw something cool. A UFO. A portal to another dimension. Something.” She huffs a quiet laugh. “Right. Next time, I’ll make up a story.” “Looking forward to it.” Her fingers twitch slightly against mine, and I swear I feel a spark run up my arm.

EMILIALiam doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t loosen his grip, doesn’t even look back. He just pulls me through the chaos like he’s the only thing keeping me grounded. And maybe he is. The cameras flash, reporters shout, but all I can focus on is the warmth of his hand wrapped around mine.We break through the crowd, and only then does he slow down. But his grip? Still firm. Like he’s afraid if he lets go, I’ll disappear.He turns to me, his jaw tight, his chest rising and falling like he’s barely holding himself together. “If something is ever not okay,” he starts, voice low but edged with anger. Then he looks at me, and the anger melts into something else — something raw. “Tell me.”I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.Liam shakes his head, his fingers tightening around mine. “You’re not going on this cruise alone, Emilia. I’m here. With you. So when something makes you uncomfortable, when you don’t like something — what’s the first thing you should do?”My heart is still thump, thump