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CHAPTER 27: Not Interested
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Breaking The Ice Between Us    CHAPTER 89: Youâre Asking Me?
What. The actual. Hell.What was I supposed to do with that?My brain stuttered. Tripped. Glitched.I felt my ears flame red, hotter than the rest of my body, like the heat had a direct line from his mouth to my neck. My feet kept moving only because he was dragging me, but my head had fully exited the conversation. I glanced up at him from the corner of my eye, but he wasnât looking at me. He was focused on the car ahead like it was salvation and he was dragging us both toward it before one of us lost control.And yetâhe was calm.Or at least, Captain calm. That strange mix of restraint and danger, like he was keeping something barely caged just under the surface.I, on the other hand, was a twitchy mess.What were we doing?I didnât ask.Didnât dare.But as the car came into view, shining faint under the streetlamp, the question bloomed in my chest like pressure from altitude.What are we?Because it wasnât just physical anymore. Or maybe it was, but something about it felt like mo
Breaking The Ice Between Us    CHAPTER 88: Decorum!
His hands found my sides, fingers curling into the hem of my hoodie like he needed to anchor himself there. I gasped into his mouth, and that seemed to spur him on, because the next second he was pulling me closerâflush against him.I froze for a beat. The cold brick wall behind me met the heat of his body against mine, and it was overwhelming in the worst and best way. My brain stuttered. My hands, dumb and unsure, grabbed at his jacket, trying to keep up.His kisses werenât soft.Far from it.They were hungry, pressed with purpose, like he was trying to say something without speaking at all. My lips parted beneath his, and I swear I forgot how to breathe properly.Captainâs hand slid up the side of my neck, thumb brushing under my jaw, and I shivered so hard I thought my knees would buckle.How the hell did I get here?We were in a public lot. Behind the rink. I still smelled like sweat and ice and sports tape. My heart was threatening to jackhammer its way out of my chest, and I co
Breaking The Ice Between Us    CHAPTER 87: I Felt Him
I didnât even realize how hard I was gripping the steering wheel until I parked in front of the ice rink and saw the faint imprint of my fingertips pressed white on my skin.Practice.I needed this.I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder, shoved the car door shut with a thud, and walked into the training center with the kind of purposeful stride that screamed donât talk to me.Inside, the familiar sharp scent of ice, sweat, cheap soap, and some god-awful pine-scented deodorant wrapped around me like second skin.The freshman locker room was already loudâguys yelling over each other, someone slapping their skates on a bench, another smacking the back of a helmet for a joke that probably wasnât even funny. There was the clatter of sticks, the zip of gear bags being opened, the wet slap of socks hitting the floor.I kept my head down and went straight to my usual spot in the corner.âYo, Drew,â someone called out. I didnât look up. Didnât care who it was. I just gave a low grunt and star
Breaking The Ice Between Us    CHAPTER 86: Three Years Of Waiting
ANDREW ~ âRichard Stone,â Mason said, leaning against the wall of my studio apartment, arms crossed like heâd been holding onto that name for days. I paused halfway through lacing up my shoes, one knee braced against the bench I dragged in from the corner. âWho?â âThatâs the name,â he repeated, slower this time, like he was letting it settle in. âThatâs the person whoâll lead us to the people responsible for your motherâs accident.â I blinked at him. âRichard Stone.â I tested the name in my head, hoping it would click somewhere. It didnât. âNever heard of him.â âYeah, you wouldnât have,â Mason muttered. âHe kept himself clean. No major records, no accidents under his name. But after I started diggingâĶ it led me right to him.â I exhaled slowly, brows pulling together. My fingers, still wrapped around my shoe laces, stilled as I leaned back and looked at him. âMasonâĶ what are you talking about? I thought this was just a random guy who ran a light.â âThat's what we all thought,â
Breaking The Ice Between Us    CHAPTER 85: Am I Under Arrest?
The knock came like a goddamn hammer to my skull.Boom. Boom. Boom.I groaned, face buried in my pillow, eyes glued shut like my body was staging a protest against the morning. Whatever time it was, it was too fucking early.Another round of knocks.I didnât even open my eyes. Just yelled, âGo the fuck away!âDidnât work.Of course it didnât.Because nothing ever did.I sat up, my hair sticking up in ten directions and my brain still fogged from that heavy, weird sleep that feels more like drowning than resting. My throat was dry, mouth sour. Everything ached.Barefoot, half-naked in just a pair of black boxers, I trudged to the door like a zombie freshly yanked from the grave. Whoever the hell thought it was a good idea to wake me up atâwhat?â7? 8? was about to get one hell of a verbal middle finger.I unlocked the bolt and swung the door open, ready to curse someone into another dimension.Instead, what I saw made the words die halfway in my throat.A man stood there. Early forties,
Breaking The Ice Between Us    CHAPTER 84: But It Worked
I couldnât sleep. I couldnât fucking sit still either. My head was spinning, my skin buzzing like Iâd just walked through a goddamn thundercloud. That voice on the phoneâit shouldnât have meant anything. It was just a phone call. But no, my brain had to go full meltdown the second I heard âRichard Stoneâ said in that clipped, cold voice only cops ever fucking have. Richard Stone. Even thinking the name made my stomach turn. I hadnât heard it in a while. Not unless it was court-related mail or my fucking landlord trying to be formal. Everyone else in my life called me Captain. It was easier that way. Cleaner. Safer. The old name carried too much. It was the name attached to things Iâd buried, mistakes Iâd made with people who shouldâve never had that kind of power over me.Yeah, I had terrible friends growing up. Real charming assholes. The type that smiled at you while setting your shit on fire behind your back. Got me in trouble more times than I could count. Put me in situat
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