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2026-07-22 07:11:32
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Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Choosing Not To Listen
POV: Silver PrestonMy phone buzzes before I have even shaken the snow from my coat.I am sitting on the edge of my bed with the cold of Ingalls still in my bones and Eli's cracked composure still replaying somewhere behind my eyes. The rink echoes in a way it does not after wins. The hollow scrape of skates retreating. The weight in his shoulders when he thought the stands had already emptied. I can still feel the particular ache of watching someone try to hold himself together and almost fail at it, the way it makes something in my own chest pull tight in sympathy.I look at the screen.Weston Carroway.*Let me take your mind off whatever's got you looking so serious tonight.*My chest tightens.I did not tell anyone I was going to the game.I did not post anything.He should not know where I have been or what my face looks like right now.But of course he does.I sit with that for a moment. The specific chill of it. Not the January cold still clinging to my coat, but something cold
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Long Way
POV: Silver PrestonThe scoreboard does not lie.Harvard 3. Yale 2.The final buzzer barely finishes echoing through Ingalls before the silence takes over. The kind that drops on a crowd when the result is wrong and no one has figured out what to do with their hands yet. People sit frozen for a beat too long, as if stillness might somehow rewind the last sixty minutes.Three thousand people going quiet at once is its own specific sound. It presses against the ribs more than any roar could.I sit pressed between Americus and Riley in the student section, Yale scarf wound tight, the cold off the ice doing what rink cold always does and finding every gap in every layer you thought you had covered. My fingers have gone numb inside my gloves, but I barely notice it over the ache of watching a team absorb a loss they clearly believe they should not have taken."They had it," Riley says, low, like she is afraid of disturbing something. "With two minutes left they absolutely had control of th
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance What He Hears
POV: Eli HayesThe pen hits the desk, and I look up.She is already looking at me.There is a quality to this moment that differs from all the other moments we have accumulated in seminar rooms and coffee shops and libraries and rinks and cobblestone courtyards since September. It is different because neither of us looks away. It is different because something in the air has finally stopped pretending to be casual.I have been in this room with Silver Preston for two hours, managing the distance the same way I manage everything difficult: with focus and precision and the careful application of attention to the task directly in front of me rather than the larger situation surrounding it. It is a system I trust. It has worked for years. Tonight, I can feel it fraying at the edges.The literary analysis is genuinely interesting. That is not performance. Victorian poetry is something I came to during the eight months of my shoulder recovery, when I had nothing but time and needed somethin
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Edges Not Blades
POV: Silver PrestonSarcasm is safer than silence.I remind myself of this when I walk into the assigned seminar room and find Eli already there.The sleepless night has left evidence on me I cannot fully conceal. The particular heaviness behind my eyes. The extra effort required to keep my expression neutral when what I actually want is to be invisible for at least one day. Enough time to put some distance between myself and everything the previous night cracked open. I had lain awake replaying it in fragments - his voice, the silence after, the things neither of us said - until the fragments blurred into something I could no longer make sense of.Yale's campus does not care about my social avoidance strategy.Sterling Memorial is over capacity after the storm disrupted power in several residential colleges. Teaching assistants are routing students to commandeered seminar rooms, assigning partners with the harried efficiency of people solving a logistics problem rather than pairing i
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Lamp Goes Off
POV: Silver PrestonThe latch clicks behind me.I lean against the door, letting my full weight settle into the wood for a moment, as if it might hold up more than just my body.My eyes close.The phantom sensation of Weston's lips against my knuckles sits on my skin with the particular persistence of something designed to linger. Not pleasant, not unpleasant. Just present. A small, deliberate mark, the kind that asks to be noticed and remembered, whether I want it to or not.I open my eyes.Americus is watching me from her bed.She sits cross-legged, her dark hair caught in a pencil-secured bun that looks one sharp movement from total collapse. Her arms are folded across her chest. Her expression is the organized one, the version she wears when she has been thinking for a while and has arranged everything she wants to say into a specific order, like index cards laid out and numbered.She does not speak yet.The desk lamp throws light across the room, and in it I can see every detail
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Window
POV: Americus BentleyI cannot sleep.This is not unusual for me. I have a lot of thoughts, and they tend to arrive at volume, crowding in one after another until the only way to quiet them is to let them run their course.But tonight the specific reason I cannot sleep is that Silver went to Ingalls alone after breakfast and has not come back. It is now somewhere past midnight, her side of the room is empty, and I have been lying here for an hour watching the ceiling, trying to decide whether to text her or whether texting her would be the thing that pushes her further away from whatever she is working through. I have rehearsed three different messages in my head and deleted all of them before typing a single letter.I decide to turn on my desk lamp and pretend to do readings.This is also not unusual for me. Pretending to be productive has gotten me through more sleepless nights than I would like to admit, and there is something almost comforting in the ritual of it, the lamp, the bo
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
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
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