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CHAPTER 7- Chloe or Raphael
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2026-06-23 15:05:39
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CHAPTER 71The apartment was still.The low hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the distant rumble of city traffic outside were the only sounds filling the quiet space. Without Aria’s chaotic energy—no clothes scattered over the back of the sofa, no random pop music playing from her phone, no discarded mugs left on the counter—the apartment felt empty.But it didn't feel cold.Raphael shut the front door behind them, the click of the lock echoing in the entryway. He hung his keys on the wall hook, shifting slightly as Liam stepped past him to drop his gear bag near the closet.As Liam moved by, his shoulder brushed against Raphael’s chest. Neither of them flinched away. Instead, Liam lingered for a split second, his body heat radiating through his hoodie before he turned toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms."God, it feels like I haven't been in the room in a month," Liam murmured, stretching his arms overhead as he walked in.Raphael followed him down the hall, leaning a
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CHAPTER 70The quiet of the empty arena was deafening.Neither of them moved. The cold air burned in Liam’s lungs, but the heat where Raphael’s palm pressed firm against his hip cut straight through the chill. Raphael’s grip was unyielding, holding Liam flush against his chest, his knuckles white against the dark fabric of Liam’s shirt.Their breathing tangled together in small, white clouds of mist between them.Liam’s heart hammered against his ribs—not from the slick drop on the ice, not from the sudden slip, but from the sheer, overwhelming proximity. He could see every tiny detail: the dark, fierce intensity blowing wide in Raphael’s eyes, the faint tension along his jaw, the subtle tilt of his mouth just an inch away.The restraint that usually defined Raphael Thorne—the careful captain, the stoic teammate, the boy who hid three years of devotion behind sarcastic remarks and a locked notebook—was fraying at the edges.Liam didn't pull back. He didn't make a joke. He didn't drop
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CHAPTER 69 Raphael turned, his heavy boots thumping down the stairs as he headed for the locker room. Liam couldn't stop the wide, triumphant grin that spread across his face. He skated in slow, easy circles in the neutral zone, keeping his wrist loose and light, enjoying the pure sensation of being back on the blade edges. A few minutes later, the locker room door clattered open again. Raphael stepped out onto the rubber matting. He had shed his heavy coat too, wearing his navy blue team training jersey over a black long-sleeve. He rolled his shoulders, his skates clicking sharply as he walked to the boards. In his hand, he held his own stick and a single black rubber puck. He stepped onto the ice with a smooth, practiced glide, the steel biting into the surface with authority. "If you tell anyone I let you manipulate me into this," Raphael said, skating toward center ice with a dark look, "I will personally make sure you spend the entire next game on the bench." "My lip
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CHAPTER 68The arena was cold.It was the kind of bone-deep, quiet chill that hit as soon as the heavy metal doors banged shut behind them, cutting off the noise of the city outside. The high, vaulted ceiling stretched into shadows overhead, and down below, the vast oval of fresh ice glowed under the dim house lights. It hummed softly—a low, rhythmic vibration from the cooling pipes buried beneath the surface.Liam sat in the second row of the bleachers, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands clasped together in front of him. His hoodie was pulled up over his head against the draft, the dark fabric casting a shadow over his eyes.Beside him, Raphael sat rigid. He was staring down at the pristine sheet of ice, his ankles crossed, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets.For five minutes, neither of them said a word.Without Aria’s constant commentary, the space between them felt huge. It wasn't hostile—the sharp, jagged edge of their old rivalry was gone—but it was heavy. Heavy
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CHAPTER 67The hug wasn't dramatic or overly emotional.It was just... Warm.Aria hugged him back just as tightly."Take care of yourself," he murmured into her hair."I always do.""Eat actual food." He instructed sternly."I do." She chuckled into his chest."Instant noodles don't count.""They do!.""They absolutely do not Ria."She laughed against his shoulder."You worry too much.""Someone has to." He murmured.She pulled back enough to look at him."You know... despite all the bullying..."He raised an eyebrow."...I'm gonna miss you."Raphael smiled."I'm definitely not gonna miss your chaos.""Liar.""...Maybe a little."She reached up and flicked his forehead."I'll visit again.""You better." He said genuinely."And next time..." she grinned. "...I'm bringing an even bigger suitcase."Raphael groaned. "I take it back. Don't come back.""No take backs!" She squealed.They laughed together before he ruffled her curls, earning an offended squawk."My hair! You ruined it" Aria
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CHAPTER 66Silence washed over the elevator after his statement.It was like time paused for seconds.Then Raphael stepped directly between them so fast it almost looked rehearsed."The fuck did you just say?" He growled.Marcus blinked. "I said..."Raphael pointed a finger at him."No. Don't you even dare repeat it."Marcus raised both hands immediately."Relax! It was a joke."Raphael looked genuinely unconvinced."I'm serious." He said."It was a fucking joke." Marcus repeated, laughing.Raphael folded his arms, his annoyance reducing."I don't care."Marcus sighed dramatically."You really think your sister's gonna kiss me?"Raphael didn't answer and the realisation made Marcus grin wider."Actually," Marcus smirked. "Now I'm curious."He leaned sideways, trying to look around Raphael to Aria."Let's test the theory."Raphael lightly shoved him back against the elevator wall."For real, Marcus."His voice carried that dangerous calm that always appeared right before he lost his pa
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