ログイン共有
The Courtyard
公開日:
2026-09-14 13:55:03
最新チャプター
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance EDGES NOT BLADES CONTINUED
POV: Eli HayesThe pen hits the desk, and I look up.She is already looking at me.Two hours into this forced proximity, and neither of us has mentioned the rink. Neither of us has mentioned the question I walked away from, or the twenty minutes it took Weston Carroway to fill the space I left behind. But the silence around those things has weight now, pressing down on every careful exchange we have managed since I walked through the door. And this time, neither of us looks away.I have been in this room with Silver Preston for two hours, managing the distance the same way I manage everything difficult: with focus and precision and the careful application of attention to the task directly in front of me rather than the larger situation surrounding it. It is a system I trust. It has worked for years, through harder things than this, through things that should have broken it. Tonight, I can feel it fraying at the edges, thread by thread, and I do not know how to stop pulling at it.The
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Edges Not Blades
POV: Silver PrestonSarcasm is safer than silence.I remind myself of this when I walk into the assigned seminar room and find Eli already there.The sleepless night has left evidence on me I cannot fully conceal. The particular heaviness behind my eyes. The extra effort required to keep my expression neutral when what I actually want is to be invisible for at least one day. Enough time to put some distance between myself and everything the previous night cracked open. I had lain awake replaying it in fragments - his voice, the silence after, the things neither of us said - until the fragments blurred into something I could no longer make sense of. By morning I had given up trying to sort them into any order that made sense, and had simply let the exhaustion settle into my bones instead.Yale's campus does not care about my social avoidance strategy.Sterling Memorial is over capacity after the storm disrupted power in several residential colleges. Teaching assistants are routing stud
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance The Lamp Goes Off
POV: Silver PrestonThe latch clicks behind me.I lean against the door, letting my full weight settle into the wood for a moment, as if it might hold up more than just my body. The hallway light bleeds thin under the gap at the bottom, and somewhere down the corridor a door closes, muffled, distant, someone else's night ending in some ordinary way mine refuses to.My eyes close.The phantom sensation of Weston's lips against my knuckles sits on my skin with the particular persistence of something designed to linger. Not pleasant, not unpleasant. Just present. A small, deliberate mark, the kind that asks to be noticed and remembered, whether I want it to or not. I press my thumb against the spot without meaning to, as though I could rub it away like pencil smudge, and the absurdity of the gesture almost makes me laugh. Almost.I open my eyes.Americus is watching me from her bed.She sits cross-legged, her dark hair caught in a pencil-secured bun that looks one sharp movement from tot
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance High Street Continued
POV: Americus BentleyI cannot sleep.This is not unusual for me. I have a lot of thoughts, and they tend to arrive at volume, crowding in one after another until the only way to quiet them is to let them run their course. Some nights I count the ways I might have handled a conversation differently. Other nights, like this one, I simply lie still and let the worry circle until it exhausts itself.But tonight the specific reason I cannot sleep is that Silver went to Ingalls alone after breakfast and has not come back. It is now somewhere past midnight, Silver's side of the room is empty, and I have been lying here for an hour watching the ceiling, trying to decide whether to text her or whether texting her would be the thing that pushes her further away from whatever she is working through. I have rehearsed three different messages in my head and deleted all of them before typing a single letter. Every version sounds either too casual or too invasive, and I know Silver well enough to u
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance High Street
POV: Silver PrestonI have already half-regretted taking his arm before we reach the first streetlamp. The regret sits oddly alongside something warmer, something I am not ready to put a name to.He had caught up to me just outside the double glass doors of the athletic complex, stepping out into the snow right as I reached the bottom of the exterior ramp. My practice session had run past midnight, and my knee had been protesting every turn on the ice. When Weston fell into step beside me and offered his coat sleeve, taking it felt less like an invitation and more like a tactical concession against the ice. And perhaps against the lingering, unmoored confusion that has shadowed me since the courtyard encounter with Eli-the press of Eli's mouth, the unresolved silence that followed, and the frustrating reality that I still do not know what ground we stand on. Letting Weston bridge the distance felt, in that first split second, like an easy distraction from thoughts I could not quiet.T
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Suspended
POV: Silver PrestonWe walk out of the building without deciding to.It happens the way things happen between us, without announcement, without either of us saying *let's go outside*. One moment we stand in the corridor, and then the heavy door swings open, the February air hits my face, and we are outside, the warmth of the gala already a memory behind us.The Branford courtyard is empty.The security lamps throw their amber light across the cobblestones in the same pattern they have thrown it every night since September. Snow sits along the perimeter walls in the thin crusted layer that February produces, too old to be fresh and too cold to fully melt. The quiet presses in around us, broken only by the faint thread of jazz escaping from Woolsey Hall.My heels on the cobblestones make the sound they made the first time I walked through this gate.The first day.My bag was too heavy and my knee brace was rubbing against my jeans and I was performing casual with the focused effort of s
Ice & Ivy - A Hockey Romance Who Are You Without the Ice
POV: Silver PrestonShe looks like she just stepped out of a board meeting.Perfectly pressed navy blazer without a wrinkle. Blonde hair pulled back in the same severe chignon she wore at the arena. Makeup completely intact despite however many hours she spent in a waiting room down the hall.Leona
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?
あなたも気に入るかもしれません
Even After Death
Lilting Champ6.9M ビューFive Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford
Koi Fish1.0M ビューThe Heiress' Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call
Night Eleven601.0K ビューCold Showers
Symplyayisha845.1K ビューI Was Never Yours: The Hockey Star's Regret
Dchenemi89 ビューThe Heir She Was Not Supposed To Carry
Jude Vincent73 ビューThe Biker’s Obsession
Bee12.2K ビューWILDFLOWER IN THE BIKER BOSS NEST
Blessed chel15 ビュー
