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Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Second Time
POV: Eli HayesShe asks it again.Why do you care.A whisper this time, not a challenge. The empty rink catches it and holds it, the echo softening the edges until what remains is something closer to genuine than anything she has directed at me since the Sterling steps.Her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence before this one. I heard it happen. The crack in someone's voice when they are fighting to stay controlled and the fight is almost lost is a sound I know well, from inside and from outside. I have been on both sides of it, and I have never found a way to make it easier to hear.I look at her.She is against the boards, hands gripping the barrier behind her, her weight still distributed slightly off the left leg despite every effort she is making not to show it. Her hair has come loose from whatever careful arrangement it started the evening in. There is ice on her sleeve from the fall. Her eyes are bright in the specific way that is not going to be tears and is not fully
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Street Shoes On Ice
POV: Silver PrestonHe looks at me like I am reckless, not brave.I turn my back on that look and push off toward the far end of the rink. I do not want to see whatever else lives behind his eyes right now.Each stroke sends a fresh pulse of pain up from my knee, but my blades cut clean lines through the surface and I keep moving. I am not going to stand at the boards and let him catalog my damage like a scout filling out an injury report. I have had enough people do that already this season, their eyes tracking every hitch in my stride, every hesitation before a jump, tallying my failures into some private ledger.The gate clangs.Then the wrong sound on ice.Sneakers.I glance back.Eli has vaulted the boards in his street shoes and landed on the frozen surface with the casual coordination of someone whose body does not recognize the concept of awkward. He still has his stick. His sneakers squeak against the ice with each step but he does not slip, not once, because of course he doe
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance What He Finds
POV: Eli HayesI hear the impact before I reach the gate.I am coming off a separate practice session, stick loose in one hand, my shoulder aching in the specific way it does after heavy repetition work. Sweat has already gone cold beneath my jersey. I was heading for the equipment room, thinking about nothing more complicated than a hot shower and a protein shake.Then I hear it.The sound of a body hitting ice is distinct, different from a puck against the boards or a stick on the ice surface. It is hollow and immediate and impossible to mistake once you have heard it enough times, the kind of sound that lives in your spine before your brain catches up to it.I push through the gate without deciding to.The main rink surface opens up in front of me.Silver is at the boards, both hands gripping the perimeter barrier, her weight distributed unevenly in the specific way of someone who just fell and is doing a damage assessment. Her practice gear is wrong for the temperature, too thin f
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Attempt
POV: Silver PrestonMy knee screams the moment I push off the gate.I already know it before the first crossover, know it in the way you know rain is coming before the first drop falls.The resolve that carried me through the athletic complex corridor and down to the preparation bench, that kept my fingers moving through the lacing ritual without shaking, does not follow me onto the ice the way I need it to. It stays behind somewhere near the boards, and I am left with only my body and its opinions.Ingalls is nearly empty after the storm. The silence has a texture to it, thick and expectant, as if the building itself is waiting to see what I will do.The overhead lights buzz their constant pale note above the rink surface. The smell is exactly what it has always been. Zamboni exhaust and cold iron and the particular mineral sharpness that lives in the back of your throat and tells your body it is time to work. I grew up with that smell. It should feel like coming home.Instead it fee
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance For Myself
The world looks scrubbed raw after the snow.I barely sleep after the library. I lie in my narrow bed staring at Americus's glow-in-the-dark constellations while she breathes evenly across the room, and my mind cycles through every word Eli said, every moment we came close to something neither of us named, every expression on Riley's face in that lamplight alcove with Liam beside her. Sleep, when it finally comes, is thin and unsatisfying, the kind that leaves you more tired than if you had stayed awake entirely.By morning the nor'easter has blown itself out completely. Yale's campus has been remade overnight. Every surface lies blanketed in snow so clean and bright I need to shade my eyes before I even reach the bottom of the residential college steps. Sterling Memorial's Gothic spires cut against a cobalt sky that looks freshly painted, every ledge and roofline capped with ice that catches the early sun in cold flashes. The maintenance crews have been working since before dawn. Nea
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Standing Still
POV: Silver PrestonThe snow starts before I reach the corner of Elm and York.Not the polite kind that falls in straight lines. The horizontal kind, driving into my face with the specific efficiency of a New England storm that has decided it means business and would like everyone to know. It stings against my cheeks, finds the gap between my scarf and collar, and I welcome the discomfort more than I probably should.I left Weston at the entrance to Branford's residential college.He said something charming and calibrated as I went through the door. I do not remember what it was. My brain was already somewhere else, somewhere on Elm Street, somewhere in the shadows between two streetlamps, replaying a moment I cannot seem to put down.The look on his face when he said it was wrong.I had told myself it was not wrong.I had taken the arm anyway.I had said fine in a voice that did not sound like me, a voice borrowed from someone more certain than I felt.The dorm room was empty when I
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 Fall
POV: Silver PrestonThe ice looks too clean to be real.I've skated on plenty of rinks. Cramped training facilities with flickering fluorescents. Outdoor ponds that crack under winter sun. Even the gleaming Olympic oval in Colorado Springs, where dreams feel as tangible as morning frost.But this?
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