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WEIGHT ROOM PUSH
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2026-06-26 10:18:17
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ICE AND ARROGANCE WEIGHT ROOM PUSH
The weight room smelled of sweat, metal, and the faint menthol of muscle rub. Afternoon light slanted through the high windows, catching on the racks of iron and the mirrors lining the far wall. Most of the team had already finished their lifts and headed out, but Caleb had lingered—ostensibly to spot the last few guys, really to keep me in his line of sight. I was on the bench press, teeth gritted, trying to push through the lingering pain in my ribs. The bar felt heavier than usual today, each rep pulling at the deep bruises Kane had gifted me. I managed three more before my arms started shaking. Caleb was there instantly, hands hovering under the bar without touching it. “That’s enough.” “I’ve got two more,” I hissed, arms trembling. His voice dropped, low enough for only me to hear. “You’re favoring your left side again. Stop pushing before you tear something.” His fingers brushed the underside of the bar, ready to take the weight if I faltered. The almost-touch sent hea
ICE AND ARROGANCE JEALOUS GLARE AFTER DRILLS
Practice that afternoon crackled with a different kind of tension. The team was still riding the high (and bruises) from the scrimmage, but the undercurrent had shifted. Whispers followed me across the ice. Glances lingered a second too long. The bets were no longer quiet jokes—they were starting to feel like spotlights. Caleb ran drills with merciless precision, voice sharp as he barked orders. But his eyes kept finding me. Every time I took a shot or battled for the puck, I felt that stormy grey gaze like a physical touch. He stayed close—closer than captaincy required—his body a constant shadow at my back during every drill. “Jones! Edge work!” he called, skating beside me during a transition drill. His stick tapped mine once, a hidden signal. “Lower. You’re still favoring that right side.” I adjusted my stance, wincing as pain flared through my ribs. Caleb noticed immediately. His gloved hand settled on my lower back for half a second—professional on the surface, but the h
ICE AND ARROGANCE TEAMMATES NOTICE
The breakfast table felt like a minefield disguised as normalcy. I sat across from Caleb again, the same spot that had become both torture and secret comfort. My ribs throbbed with every breath, the deep bruises hidden beneath my hoodie but impossible to ignore in the way I held myself. The team chatted around us—Riot recounting a ridiculous story from last night’s video games, Tank and Liam arguing over who got the last pancake—but the air between Caleb and me crackled with everything we couldn’t say. His foot remained hooked around my ankle under the table, a small, hidden anchor. Every few seconds he would shift, the subtle pressure sending warmth racing up my leg. I kept my eyes on my plate, but I could feel his gaze on me—stormy grey, heavy with restraint and the memory of his body over mine just hours earlier. Riot suddenly leaned forward, eyes narrowing playfully. “Yo, Jones. You’re moving like you got hit by a truck yesterday. That last hit from Harlow still got you me
ICE AND ARROGANCE MORNING AFTER REGRET
Morning light filtered through the thin curtains like an unwelcome intruder. I woke slowly, cocooned in warmth and the steady rhythm of Caleb’s heartbeat beneath my ear. His arm was banded around my waist, careful even in sleep, palm resting protectively just below my bruised ribs. The other hand cradled the back of my head, fingers tangled loosely in my hair. Our legs were tangled, his thigh pressed between mine, and I could feel the heavy, morning-hard length of him against my hip through his sweatpants. For one perfect, suspended moment, everything felt right. No team. No Kane. No Coach’s calculations. Just us. Then reality crept in. Caleb stirred, a low rumble vibrating through his chest as awareness returned. His arms tightened around me for a heartbeat — instinctive, possessive — before he exhaled sharply and loosened his hold. His grey eyes opened, meeting mine in the soft light. The conflict was already there, raw and immediate. “Morning,” he whispered, voice gravel-
ICE AND ARROGANCE ECHOES THROUGH THE WALL
The walk back from the arena felt longer than usual, the night air sharp against my flushed skin. Every step sent a dull throb through my bruised ribs, but the real ache lived somewhere deeper — in the memory of Caleb’s mouth on mine, the way his hands had trembled against my skin, the raw honesty in his voice when he admitted he was done pretending. My lips still tingled. My body still hummed with unfinished need. And through it all, the thin thread of fear that someone might have seen us. I slipped into 114 Oak Street as quietly as I could. The house was dark and still, only the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs breaking the silence. I paused at the top of the stairs, palm pressed against Caleb’s door for one heartbeat, then forced myself into my own room. The paper-thin wall between us felt both a mercy and a curse tonight. I changed into soft sleep shorts and a thin tank top, then lay down, staring at the ceiling. Sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes I s
ICE AND ARROGANCE KISS ON THIN ICE
The arena felt like a cathedral built for secrets. I returned the next night, unable to stay away. My ribs still ached with every breath, the deep bruises a constant reminder of Kane’s promise to finish what he started with Lila. But the ice had always been my sanctuary, the one place where the noise in my head quieted and the world made sense again. I laced up under the low emergency lights, the familiar ritual steadying my trembling hands. I had barely completed my first lap when the side door opened. Caleb stepped onto the ice like he belonged to the shadows themselves. No helmet. No pads. Just dark sweats and a fitted thermal that clung to every line of muscle he had earned carrying this team. His eyes found me instantly across the vast sheet, grey and stormy and full of the same conflict that had kept both of us awake through thin walls. He skated straight to me without hesitation. “You keep coming back here alone,” he said, voice low as he slowed to a stop inches awa
ICE AND ARROGANCE PINNED ONCE MORE
The lamp cast a soft golden glow across Caleb’s room, turning the tension between us into something almost sacred. I stayed straddling his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, forehead pressed to his. His hands rested on my lower back—warm, steady, reverent. Neither of us moved to deepen the contac
ICE AND ARROGANCE PRIVATE PENALTY DRILL
The house had finally gone quiet. I waited until well past midnight, heart hammering against my still-bruised ribs, before slipping out of my room. The hallway floorboards creaked under my bare feet like they were betraying me with every step. I’d changed into soft sleep shorts and a thin tank
ICE AND ARROGANCE BREATH AGAINST MY NECK
The locker room had emptied hours ago, but the arena lights still hummed low overhead like they refused to let the day end. I stayed on the ice after the team cleared out, skating slow laps to work the stiffness from my bruised ribs. Every glide pulled at the deep purple marks Kane had left behin
ICE AND ARROGANCE STICK GRIP LESSON
The arena felt colder than usual when we stepped onto the ice for morning practice. The lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the fresh sheet. Most of the team was still sluggish from yesterday’s war, but Caleb moved like a man with something to prove. Or something to punish. He s
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