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The kiss

Penulis: Annie. Natt
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-26 00:04:45

NOAH

The heavy iron doors of the training facility didn’t rattle when they closed behind us.

They just clicked shut with a solid, pressurized thud that cut off the entire outside world.

The sound of the city, the relentless hum of the afternoon traffic, and the imaginary ring of fifty reporters shouting over each other in the press room—all of it vanished, swallowed completely by the cavernous, concrete silence of the under-arena corridor.

It was four in the afternoon.

The stadium was empty, a
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  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    Never going anywhere

    The locker room was entirely empty by the time the heavy security doors hissed shut, sealing us off from the rest of the arena.The digital clock on the wall glowed a sharp, neon 11:45 PM. Upstairs, the stadium was a cavernous, dark shell of concrete and ice, but down here in the private suite, the air was thick, warm, and charged with an energy that had nothing to do with hockey and everything to do with the way Stefan was looking at me.I stood with my back pressed against the cold metal of the supply lockers, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My white lab coat was discarded somewhere on the bench behind us, and my button-down shirt felt entirely too tight, every button straining against the frantic, irregular thud of my heart.Stefan stood right in front of me, his tall, heavily muscled frame completely blocking out the rest of the room. The dark blue team jersey he’d worn to practice earlier was gone, replaced by a simple black t-shirt that stretched tightly across

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    We are not co workers

    The next morning, the clinical staff lounge smelled like burnt espresso and anxiety.I was sitting at the low laminate table with a stack of physical therapy intake forms spread out in front of me, trying to pretend that my brain wasn't entirely occupied by the memory of Stefan’s hands on my waist in the dark training room.It wasn't working.Every time the heavy double doors of the medical wing swung open, my head snapped up, half-expecting broad shoulders and a dark hoodie, only to find a rookie with a sprained ankle or the team nutritionist holding a clipboard of electrolyte schedules."You've rewritten that same paragraph three times, Vale," a dry voice drawled from the doorway.I looked up to see Adrian leaning against the doorframe, holding a paper cup of black coffee that looked like liquid tar. He looked just as exhausted as the rest of us, dark circles under his eyes from managing the PR fallout of the legacy board meeting, but there was an amused, knowing glint in his expres

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    Avoiding me

    The air in the private training room always felt different after nine o’clock at night. The harsh fluorescent panels overhead were switched off, leaving only the low, amber glow of the security lights bouncing off the spotless rubber floors and the rows of stainless-steel equipment.It was quiet. the kind of silence that made every small sound—the drip of a sink faucet, the hum of the ice rink refrigeration units vibrating through the concrete, or the heavy thud of a hockey stick against a wall upstairs—sound ten times louder than it actually was.I sat on the edge of the high treatment table, my legs dangling slightly off the edge, staring down at an open clipboard filled with recovery tracking charts. My fingers were wrapped around a cold can of sparkling water, but I hadn’t taken a sip in ten minutes.My mind was a mess.Every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel the phantom heat of Stefan’s hands against my waist, the rough friction of his stubble, and the way the world had

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    Bolted

    STEFANThe darkness of the medical storage room was absolute, a heavy, quiet vault that smelled of rubbing alcohol, fresh linens, and the intoxicating, feverish heat of Noah’s skin beneath my hands.I had him pinned against the edge of the metal supply counter, his legs still locked around my waist and his fingers tangled so deeply in the collar of my shirt that the fabric was stretching to the breaking point. Every touch was a victory. Every ragged breath he took against my mouth felt like a concession from the man who had spent three weeks telling me we were nothing but a line-item on a corporate balance sheet.I leaned my weight further into him, my palm sliding up the smooth skin of his thigh, moving past the bunched fabric of his trousers to find the real, burning reality of him. My mind was completely clear for the first time in forty-eight hours—no board meetings, no suspensions, no Luca Vance. Just the rhythmic, desperate friction of his body matching mine in the dark.Until

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    Noah

    NOAHThe press room, the legacy owners, the corporate paperwork—it all dissolved into the freezing, empty darkness of the corridor the moment my mouth met his.. My hands had completely abandoned their usual clinical restraint, my fingers clawing into the thick, dense muscle of his shoulders, dragging him down into a kiss that tasted sharply of salt and a fierce, unresolved hunger that had been building since the first night we lied to the world.Stefan let out a low, desperate sound—a growl that vibrated directly from his chest into my throat—as his hands tore themselves out of his pockets.He didn't grab me gently. One massive, calloused palm slammed against the concrete right beside my ear, the impact echoing down the dark hallway like a distant slap on the ice, while his other hand gripped the back of my thigh, lifting my leg effortlessly until my knee hooked over his hip. The sudden change in leverage tilted my hips directly into his, the hard, unyielding line of his frame press

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    The kiss

    NOAHThe heavy iron doors of the training facility didn’t rattle when they closed behind us.They just clicked shut with a solid, pressurized thud that cut off the entire outside world.The sound of the city, the relentless hum of the afternoon traffic, and the imaginary ring of fifty reporters shouting over each other in the press room—all of it vanished, swallowed completely by the cavernous, concrete silence of the under-arena corridor.It was four in the afternoon.The stadium was empty, a hollow concrete shell waiting for Thursday’s crowd, and the air down here smelled the same as it always did: cold, sterile, mixed with the faint metallic tang of old skate-grinders and the heavy scent of rubber floor mats.I stopped just past the security turnstile, my boots sinking into the thick, patterned rubber flooring that lined the path toward the medical wing.My navy suit jacket felt heavy on my shoulders, a stiff reminder of the boardroom layout we had just escaped. Still, as I reached

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    Noah

    NOAH************The arena is already alive when I arrive Friday night, pulsing with energy, a sea of silver and deep blue jerseys shifting under the flashing lights. Music pounds through the speakers, vibrating through my chest as if the entire place shares one heartbeat.Leo is already seated wh

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    Chapter Five > Noah

    NOAHThe locker room hallway still smells like ice, sweat, and sharp menthol from the medical kits.Stefan disappears through the players’ door, leaving me standing there with my heart beating far too fast for absolutely no reason.I shouldn’t be affected by him.He’s arrogant.Provocative.Complet

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    Chapter Four> Noah

    NOAH“Relax your arm.”Luca exhales slowly as I guide his shoulder through another rotation test.His muscles are tight under my hands.Not surprising.Professional hockey players push their bodies past the breaking point every season.“Pain?” I ask.“A little.”“Sharp or dull?”“Depends.”I glance

  • Beneath The Ice: Falling for the captain    Chapter Three> Stefan

    STEFAN“Hart.”The name leaves my mouth sharper than I intended.Three days after Leo and Adrian’s engagement party, I’m standing in the Aurora Wolves training facility, leaning against the glass wall of the gym.Across the room, Noah Hart is kneeling beside a stack of resistance bands, organizing

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