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2026-11-03 04:07:22
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Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Falling
POV: Eli HayesShe asks it again.Why do you care.A whisper this time, not a challenge. The empty rink catches it and holds it, the echo softening its edges until what remains sounds closer to genuine than anything she has directed at me since the Sterling steps. Even the silence afterward feels different, less like a standoff and more like an open hand.Her voice cracked in the middle of the sentence before this one. I heard it happen. The crack in someone's voice when they are fighting to stay controlled and the fight is almost lost is a sound I know well, from inside and from outside, and I have never found a way to make it easier to hear.I look at her. She is against the boards, white-knuckled fingers clawing into the yellow dasher cap behind her, her weight locked almost entirely on her right side to keep pressure off the left knee. The joint trembles every few seconds with the effort of holding her upright. Even in the dim light, the strain shows in the hard line of her jaw an
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Second Time
POV: Silver Preston He shouldn't be here at all. The echo of my crash into the ice still rings in the quiet barn, and when I look toward the boards, Eli Hayes is already standing by the entry gate, chest heaving like he sprinted down the tunnel the moment the impact rattled the glass. Frost and ice shavings cling to my hip and leggings from the wipeout, and his eyes lock directly onto the hitch in my right leg before lifting to my face. He looks at me like I am reckless, not brave. I can see the judgment settling into the line of his jaw, the way his eyes track me as though I am a problem he has not yet decided how to solve. I turn my back on that look and push off toward the far end of the rink. I do not want to see whatever else lives behind his eyes right now. Whatever it is, I suspect it will only make this harder. Each stroke sends a fresh pulse of pain up from my knee, but my blades cut clean lines through the surface and I keep moving. I am not going to stand at the boards and
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Attempt
POV: Silver PrestonMy knee screams the moment I push off the gate.I already know it before the first crossover, the way you know rain is coming before the first drop falls.The resolve that carried me through the athletic complex corridor and down to the preparation bench, that kept my fingers moving through the lacing ritual without shaking, does not follow me onto the ice. It stays behind somewhere near the boards, and I am left with only my body.Ingalls is nearly empty after the storm. The silence has a texture to it, thick and expectant, as if the building itself is waiting to see what I will do. I used to crave an audience. Now I am grateful no one is here to witness whatever this turns out to be.The overhead lights buzz their constant pale note above the rink surface. The smell is exactly what it has always been. Zamboni exhaust and the mineral sharpness in the back of your throat that tells your body it is time to work. I grew up with that smell. It should feel like coming
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance For Myself
Pale winter light cuts through the dorm window, throwing hard gray angles across my narrow bed. Overhead, Americus's glow-in-the-dark plastic constellations are fading against the plaster ceiling. Across the small room, she breathes evenly in sleep, one arm slung over her quilt, while I lie motionless beneath the sheets, listening to the radiator clank against the dawn chill. I barely slept after the library. My mind spent hours cycling through every word Eli said, every moment we came close to something neither of us named, every expression on Riley's face in that lamplight alcove with Liam beside her. I replayed it all so many times the memories started to blur at the edges, losing their sharpness the way anything does when you handle it too much. Sleep, when it finally came, was thin and unsatisfying, the kind that leaves you more tired than if you had stayed awake entirely, a brief suspension of thought rather than real rest. When I finally get up and push out through the heavy en
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Standing Still
POV: Silver PrestonThe snow starts before I reach the corner of Elm and York.Not the polite kind that falls in straight lines. The horizontal kind, driving into my face with the specific efficiency of a New England storm that has decided it means business and would like everyone to know. It stings against my cheeks, finds the gap between my scarf and collar, and I welcome the discomfort more than I probably should. Pain, at least, is honest. It asks nothing of me except endurance, and endurance is a language I have spoken my entire life.I left Weston at the entrance to Branford's residential college.He said something charming and calibrated as I went through the door. I do not remember what it was. My brain was already somewhere else, somewhere on Elm Street, replaying a moment I cannot seem to put down.The look on his face when he said it was wrong.I had told myself it was not wrong.I had taken the arm anyway.I had said fine, even though I had spent the last hour watching a bo
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The truth is not what Weston told her
POV: Eli HayesSomething has been said about me. I don't know exactly what, or exactly who said it, but the distance Silver is putting between us today feels different from every version that came before it. It sits in the air between us like a wall nobody bothered to explain, and I hate that I can feel its presence without being able to name its shape.Different from the Sterling steps version, which was defensive and pointed, all sharp edges and quick retreats.Different from the hockey house version, which was hurt and angry and aimed straight at me, a wound I could at least see and try to address.This is something else entirely. This is the distance of someone who has been handed information and is trying to decide whether to believe it. I recognize it because I've stood on the other side of that particular silence before, back when I was the one deciding whether to trust what I'd been told about someone I cared about. It's a miserable place to stand, caught between loyalty and d
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Cobblestones
POV: Silver PrestonUp close, Yale looms even larger than it did from the shuttle window.The Gothic spires press into the late afternoon sky, their shadows cutting long and dark across the courtyards below. I have competed in arenas built specifically to intimidate, designed with high ceilings and
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Long Way Back
POV: Silver PrestonThe question won't leave me.If I couldn't skate, who was I?It follows me through every MRI scan, every consultation with specialists who speak in careful, measured tones about torn ACLs and damaged meniscus tissue. It echoes through physical therapy sessions at the San Jose sp
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Diagnosis
POV: Silver PrestonThe world comes back in pieces.First, the sound.A steady electronic pulse that echoes from somewhere far away, then closer, then inside my skull.Beep. Beep. Beep.Each tone feels like a small hammer tapping against my consciousness, dragging me back from whatever dark place m
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Fall
POV: Silver PrestonThe ice looks too clean to be real.I've skated on plenty of rinks. Cramped training facilities with flickering fluorescents. Outdoor ponds that crack under winter sun. Even the gleaming Olympic oval in Colorado Springs, where dreams feel as tangible as morning frost.But this?
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