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Chapter 14

Author: Dea B
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-30 05:35:49

Logan POV

The Ice House is too loud when I get back from the rink.

Bass rattles the floors. Laughter ricochets off the walls. A girl squeals somewhere upstairs—the sound of someone pretending she wants to be caught.

Typical Thursday night.

I drop my gear bag by the door, kick off my sneakers, and stretch the stiffness from my legs. The drive from the rink wasn’t long, but it’s enough to make the ache settle deep.

The air reeks of beer, cologne, and whatever perfume clings to the puck-bunny parade.

Chaos wrapped in neon light.

It used to feel like home.

Now it just feels like static.

I cut through the hall. Marco’s half-buried under a girl in one of our jerseys. Zack’s filming until I glare at him. By the time I reach the kitchen, another couple’s tangled against the counter. I look away, jaw tight.

Welcome to the Hartwell Playground.

The fridge light blinds me when I open it. I grab a beer, take a long pull, let the cold bite settle somewhere under my ribs.

Then—

“Didn’t think
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