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Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance What I Walked Into
POV: Americus BentleyI push the door open without knocking because it is my room too.That is what I am thinking as I cross the threshold, the thought arriving with the automatic certainty of something I have never had to question before.I need my spare charger. Silver is back, and the light glows under the door, so she is probably studying or on the phone with Thomas. I will just grab it quickly and go. My mind is already three steps ahead, already halfway back out the door before I have even fully entered.Then I see them.I stop.My brain assembles the image in pieces because it does not want to assemble it all at once, does not want to hand me the whole picture in a single unbearable frame.Weston Carroway.Silver with her back against the desk.The specific quality of the space between them tells me exactly what I interrupted and for how long it has been happening. It is not a guess. It is a certainty that lands in my stomach before my mind has even finished forming the thought
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Wrong
POV: Silver PrestonThe stairwell feels too narrow for the weight of everything that just happened on Elm Street.Weston's laugh bounces off the ancient stone walls as we climb, the sound ricocheting between Gothic archways with the ease of someone who finds everything amusing, including the parts that are not. His stride is casual and certain. He walks like he owns not just this stairwell but the entire campus beyond it, and some traitorous part of me almost believes it too.I match his pace without deciding to.My boots find uncertain purchase on steps worn smooth by generations of students. Winter moisture has worked its way into the stone, leaving a thin film across each surface. My foot slips on a particularly slick step and my arms go out.His hand closes around my elbow.Quick. Practiced. As though he expected me to fall and had already planned the catch."You really do need me around," he says, with the smooth amusement he reaches for like a default setting. "Falling twice in
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Corner
POV: Eli HayesI watch her take his arm.The moment has a specific quality that I will not forget. Not because I did not see it coming - I saw it coming from the instant Carroway pushed through the restaurant door with the timing of someone who had been waiting for the exact right second to arrive. Which he had been. Which is the thing about Weston that I have been trying to tell her since September.He calculates everything.Every entrance. Every exit. Every word delivered in the precise order required to produce the precise outcome he is looking for. He plans the way other people breathe, without effort, without a single wasted motion, and I have watched him do it all semester and told myself it did not matter because she would see it eventually.I saw it coming.It still lands like something dropped from a height I did not measure correctly.She takes his arm. Her fingers close over his coat sleeve, and they turn toward campus, and I stand on Elm Street in January and watch them go
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Stop Pretending
POV: Silver PrestonThe night air cuts sharper than any argument.I shove my chair back hard enough that the metal legs screech against the restaurant tile, the sound slicing through the ambient noise. Heads turn at nearby tables. Someone's fork pauses halfway to their mouth. A waiter glances over, unsure whether to intervene.I do not care.My stomach is in knots from pasta I did not taste, my pulse still hammering with the aftershock of that table, of Eli's flat declaration landing in the silence and Weston's smile sharpening in response and Americus's grin faltering for the first time all evening. I do not know which of those three things unsettles me most. Maybe it is that they happened all at once, stacked on top of each other until I could not tell where one ended and the next began.I push through the heavy glass door into the January night.The cold hits my face immediately, sharp and deliberate, the kind that has opinions about you. It is the kind of cold that demands attenti
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Cold Pasta
POV: Silver PrestonNothing ruins pasta faster than silence.I twirl my fork through linguine that has gone cold while I try to disappear into my chair, watching noodles slide back into the bowl with the same stubborn persistence as everything I am trying not to think about. My stomach has been in knots since we sat down, and the cold sauce congealing on my plate feels like a fitting metaphor for whatever this evening has become.The restaurant Americus chose should have been perfect.Small and intimate. Exposed brick walls with warm fairy lights strung across them. Rustic wooden tables with flickering tea candles and small potted herbs that fill the air with basil and rosemary. The kind of cozy Chapel Street spot where conversations are supposed to flow and pasta fixes things. I remember her texting me the address last week with three exclamation points and a promise that this dinner would be exactly what our fractured little group needed. I should have known better than to believe h
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Reservations
POV: Silver PrestonShe lives to meddle.I should have recognized the warning signs the moment Americus slides her tray onto the table across from me, loaded with enough food to supply a small committee meeting. Golden fries still steaming. A slice of chocolate cake. What appears to be bread pudding drowning in caramel sauce balanced at the edge of the tray with the confidence of something that has never considered the possibility of falling.That is either celebration or elaborate scheme.Probably both. With Americus, it is almost always both.Riley follows more cautiously, carrying a modest bowl of salad with the expression of someone who has learned to be suspicious of Americus's dining hall energy. She sets her tray down with the careful precision of a person bracing for impact, eyes flicking toward me as if to gauge how much warning I have already received.The main hall buzzes with the typical lunch rush. Hundreds of conversations blend into white noise. Trays and silverware cla
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Cobblestones
POV: Silver PrestonUp close, Yale looms even larger than it did from the shuttle window.The Gothic spires press into the late afternoon sky, their shadows cutting long and dark across the courtyards below. I have competed in arenas built specifically to intimidate, designed with high ceilings and
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Long Way Back
POV: Silver PrestonThe question won't leave me.If I couldn't skate, who was I?It follows me through every MRI scan, every consultation with specialists who speak in careful, measured tones about torn ACLs and damaged meniscus tissue. It echoes through physical therapy sessions at the San Jose sp
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Who Are You Without the Ice
POV: Silver PrestonShe looks like she just stepped out of a board meeting.Perfectly pressed navy blazer without a wrinkle. Blonde hair pulled back in the same severe chignon she wore at the arena. Makeup completely intact despite however many hours she spent in a waiting room down the hall.Leona
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Diagnosis
POV: Silver PrestonThe world comes back in pieces.First, the sound.A steady electronic pulse that echoes from somewhere far away, then closer, then inside my skull.Beep. Beep. Beep.Each tone feels like a small hammer tapping against my consciousness, dragging me back from whatever dark place m
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