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Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Impossible
POV: Silver PrestonAmericus frames this as a team solidarity event.Riley and I both know better.But Americus possesses the particular social force of someone who has never fully accepted that other people's reluctance constitutes a real barrier to anything. By Saturday night, I find myself climbing the wooden steps of the hockey house with my purse strap gripped in both hands like it alone anchors me to the ground.I feel the bass through the walls before I hear it.Then the door opens, and sound crashes over me.Heat hits immediately - accumulated warmth from too many bodies in too confined a space, mixed with the specific atmosphere of a celebration that has been building for at least two hours before our arrival. Pizza. Beer. The general noise of people who feel they've earned tonight. The scent of victory and excess hangs thick in the air.Yale Hockey jerseys cover the walls like pennants. Red Solo cups colonize every flat surface. Above the fireplace, the Bulldogs logo on a ma
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Why Do You Care
POV: Silver PrestonEli's expression outside that café has lodged itself somewhere under my skin, a splinter I cannot reach no matter how I twist.It was just a look.His jaw tight, muscles working beneath the surface. His eyes doing something specific - something that looked almost like hurt before he caught himself - before he turned and walked away into the shadows between the Gothic buildings. The way he moved reminded me of someone retreating from a battlefield they hadn't realized they were fighting on.It should not matter.I tell myself this repeatedly on the walk back to Branford, Weston's easy chatter filling the space beside me while I nod at intervals and process approximately none of what he says. The words wash over me like white noise, pleasant but meaningless, while my mind keeps circling back to that moment outside the café window.I tell myself again when I lie in bed, staring at Americus's glow-in-the-dark constellations while she sleeps and the radiator does its tw
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Half A Block
POV: Eli HayesI went back to look for her.After the volunteer returned to the event coordinator without a final performer and the exhibition ended on the twins' applause instead, I waited through the audience dispersing. Then I retraced my steps through the side corridor toward the tunnel entrance.She was not there.I checked the corridor, scanning every shadow. The side exit stood empty, the door still propped open as it had been before.Nothing.I told myself she had returned to Branford. That she was fine. That whatever had frozen her at the tunnel's edge had passed, and she'd simply gone home.She did not answer Americus's texts. Americus informed me of this approximately forty-five seconds after I asked, with the specific energy of someone who has been monitoring the situation closely and welcomes the opportunity to brief someone who finally cares to ask.I walked the route between Ingalls and Branford.This is not something I have done before - not for someone else, not like
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance A Door Closing
POV: Silver PrestonI do not remember the specific mechanics of leaving Ingalls.Whether I walk or simply drift through the side exit on autopilot while my body handles the logistics and my brain stays somewhere back at the tunnel entrance, still frozen, still staring at ice I could not make myself step onto. The memory fragments into disconnected sensations: the weight of my bag against my hip, the echo of my footsteps, the way my hands had gone numb despite the warmth inside.The skating exhibition applause follows me out into the November night, muffled by stone walls and then gone, replaced by the quiet of campus after dark. The contrast feels violent somehow - all that celebration for a performance I couldn't give, all that light and music for a moment I couldn't claim.I find the women's bathroom near the side exit and stay there until the sounds of the event dispersing reach me through the door. Audience voices. Formal shoes on the corridor floor. The particular acoustic of a c
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Not Tonight
POV: Silver PrestonI have been avoiding Ingalls Rink for weeks.Elaborate routes across campus have become my specialty. I take the long way around the athletic complex, adding fifteen minutes to every walk I don't need to take. I've developed the particular tunnel vision of someone who has decided that if they refuse to look directly at something, it cannot require anything from them.It has worked until tonight.The Winter Gala's skating exhibition was Americus's idea, which I supported from a logistical standpoint because I was thinking about lighting and donor seating and catering timelines - not about the possibility that the ice itself would be part of what I was helping to plan.My own fault, probably. I should have seen it coming.The Whale has been transformed.Professional spotlights replace the standard arena lighting, throwing the distinctive arched ceiling into sharp relief and making Ingalls look less like a hockey rink and more like something purpose-built for exactly
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Bench
POV: Silver PrestonI make it to Old Campus before my legs decide they're done with the project of walking normally.I find a stone bench along the perimeter of the quad and lower myself onto it carefully, feeling the tremor in my right knee that signals I've pushed too far.My bag drops beside me with a thud that echoes louder than it should.The cold of the stone penetrates my coat immediately, seeping through wool and cotton to press against my spine, but I don't shift my position. I just sit with it, let the discomfort anchor me to something physical and real.Other students cross the quad around me. Boots crunching in snow. Fragments of conversations about problem sets and weekend plans. The ordinary Thursday afternoon of a campus that doesn't know anything significant just happened in a coffee shop on Chapel Street, that doesn't know Leona Preston just dismantled her daughter with surgical precision over lukewarm coffee.I try the breathing technique my physical therapist taught
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance We Meet Again
POV: Silver PrestonI've been avoiding Eli Hayes for two full days with the dedication of someone training for an Olympic event in strategic evasion.After he appeared in our dorm doorway like some brooding storm cloud that Americus accidentally summoned through her overconfident bragging about fea
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Uh-Oh
POV: Silver PrestonThe morning after the game feels like waking up inside someone else's fever dream, where everything carries the surreal afterglow of victory and celebration that hasn't quite worn off yet.I emerge from restless sleep to find Americus sprawled across her own bed like a sequined
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Riley's Moment
POV: Silver PrestonThe chants still echo in my head long after the final buzzer silenced the Whale.HA-YES! HA-YES! HA-YES!The rhythmic thunder of hundreds of voices follows me out into the crisp October night, through the stream of celebrating students pouring from Ingalls Rink, and all the way
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Number 27
POV: Silver Preston The game's pace is immediate and relentless.Bodies into the boards. The puck moving faster than my eyes want to track, that black disk ricocheting between sticks and off the glass with sounds that carry all the way to the upper sections.Yale dominates possession in the openin
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