Iced Hearts And Half Time Kisses [Hockey Romance] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Hunter’s voice lingers in the air, as he leans back in his chair, his arms folding across his chest. “I hope you love it here.” His words carry a weight that Skye can’t quite place, like a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit yet. Knox doesn’t say much, but Skye can tell by the way his jaw’s tight, a muscle twitching just under the skin, that he’s keeping a lot from her. Hunter’s eyes are the kind a person senses before they see them, they’re piercing, slightly amused, and seem to study her for reasons she won’t realize until it’s too late. He tilts his head, his gaze flicking over her face as if he’s cataloging every detail.“So, Skye,” Hunter says, his tone probing, “where are you staying around here?” He leans forward, elbows on the table, his posture relaxed but his attention was like a predator sizing up its prey.Skye shifts in her seat. “Uh, just the hostel near campus,” she says. She glances at Knox, hoping for some kind of signal, but he’s staring at Hunter, his cold hard and unre

The next morning, Skye sits in her history class, her notebook open but her pen barely moving. She stares at the page, pretending to take notes while her mind races with last night’s text from the unknown number. “Knox may love women, but I own his heart.” It has to be Laurel. Who else? Skye glances sideways at Maya, who’s sitting next to her, doodling in the margins of her own notes unaware of Skye’s worries. Maya catches her eye and whispers, “You sure you’re okay? You look like you didn’t sleep.”She asked, noticing Sky’s face.Skye forces a small smile and nods. “Yeah, just… thinking about that quiz coming up.” She keeps her voice low, not wanting to draw attention. Across the room, she spots Knox slouched in his seat, his hair neat with a good hair cut, making him look more cute.He’s staring at his phone, probably ignoring the lecture as he scrolls through social media. Skye quickly looks away, her cheeks heating up. She can’t deal with him today. Not after that message. She

Skye’s POVI stumble through the front door of the apartment I share with Maya, my heart pounding so hard and my tears wouldn’t stop flowing. The hurt of Laurel’s words, the photos, Knox… and that slap. I can still hear the gasps from the crowd. Maybe I over reacted right?I kick off my sneakers and bolt up the stairs.I slam my bedroom door behind me and twist the lock. Leaning against the door, I slid down to the floor, my knees pulled to my chest. The tears I’ve been trying to hold back finally spill over, hot and relentless, streaming down my cheeks. I bury my face down, trying to muffle the sobs.Knox’s face keeps flashing in my mind, his stupid, perfect smile, those charming eyes that made me feel special for a moment. But it was all a lie. Well, I always knew it was. But my heart wouldn’t stop loving the wrong one.Laurel’s voice echoes in my head, “You’re nothing but a temporary distraction.” My chest aches like someone’s squeezing it, and I hate it.I don’t know how long I’d

Knox’s POVThe next day, I am leaning against my locker after class as my eyes scan the crowded hallway. No sign of Skye. Not in the first period of class, not in the cafeteria, not even a sign of her. It’s like she’s vanished, and it’s messing with my head, not getting to see her.My stomach twist in discomfort, a knot of worry I can’t shake or understand. Did she skip school because of me? Because of that damn video of her slapping me that’s probably circling everyone’s phones by now? Or because of what Laurel said to her.I clench my jaw, shoving my hands into my hoodie pockets. I don’t know why I care so much now. I shouldn’t. She made it clear in her actions that she got nothing to do with me, but the thought of her avoiding me hurt more than I want to admit.The bell rings, and I drag myself to the gym, where the Valentine’s Day fundraiser meeting is happening. Principal Graves reassigned me to work with some guy named Ethan after she informed me Skye will no longer work with m

Skye’s POVI’m still buried under my blankets as the morning light sneak through the curtains, when my door bursts open. I jolt awake, blinking against the brightness, and there’s Maya, grinning so happily. She’s holding a small cake with pink frosting and a single candle flickering on top. “Happy birthday to you my darling sister!” she says out, her voice loving and gentle. She walks over to my bed, singing a happy birthday song to me.“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Skye! Happy birthday to you!” She finishes with a dramatic tone, sitting beside me. I sit up, rubbing my eyes, my heart racing from the surprise. “Maya…” words were far from my lips as I felt emotional.“Come on, birthday girl! Blow out the candle before it melts all over this masterpiece.” She held the cake toward me, and I can smell the vanilla sweetness. I lean forward, my hair in a tangled mess, and puff out the flame and she claps at the moment.“Happy eighteenth, Skye! You’re officially an adult now