LOGIN“You kissed me like it meant something,” Samantha whispered. “Then disappeared like I never existed.” Anthony stared at her, jaw tight. “You heard half a sentence and ran. I spent years thinking you regretted me.” One rink. Two enemies. A past that won’t stay buried. Samantha Meadows just got the chance of a lifetime, skating at Nationals with Anthony Vale, the golden boy of the rink in figure skating… and the most insufferable man she’s ever met. He’s arrogant, untouchable, and still technically partnered with his injured and possibly returning teammate, while She’s picking the broken pieces of her career after her ex dumped her for a flashier and better partner. Now forced into a temporary pairing, they have days to master trust, chemistry, and choreography, or crash hard under the spotlight. But the ice isn’t the only thing cracked. Anthony’s hiding a secret that could end his career… and hers. And when Samantha discovers the truth, she realizes she’s not just fighting for a medal… she’s fighting for her heart. In a world where one mistake can cost everything, how do you trust the person who never lets you in… and still holds the pieces of your past?
View MoreSamantha’s POVI looked at him, really looked at him, and suddenly so many things made sense. The tension. The sharp words. The way his eyes lingered when he thought I was not looking.“You were protecting yourself,” I whispered.“And you,” he said. “From me.”Silence settled between us again, thicker now, but not uncomfortable. Heavy with all the years we had not spoken like this.I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling suddenly exposed. “I spent years rebuilding myself after that night,” I said softly. “Thinking I was not enough. Thinking I had imagined what we had.”His expression tightened. “I am so sorry.”“I know,” I said. And I did.The fountain continued its steady rhythm, water rising and falling like a heartbeat.Anthony reached out slowly, hesitating for a fraction of a second before his hand covered mine where it rested on the bench.I did not pull away.“I cannot change what happened,” he said. “But I can tell you this now. You were never weak. You were never a mistake.
Samantha’s POVThe cold crept in slowly, the kind that did not announce itself right away but settled into your bones when you stopped moving. I hugged my arms around myself, staring at the fountain as water arced and fell in perfect rhythm, glowing under the lights like liquid glass.My mind was not quiet. It had not been quiet since Anthony spoke.Eight years.Eight years of carrying something sharp inside my chest, something I thought was truth, something that shaped every decision I made after that night. Every wall I built. Every distance I forced between us. Every time I told myself I was fine, that I was over it, that I was stronger now.And now he was telling me it had all been wrong.I let out a shaky breath.Before I could say anything, I felt warmth settle around my shoulders. I startled slightly, then realized Anthony had taken off his jacket and draped it over me. It still carried his heat, faintly scented with his cologne and something unmistakably him.“You are cold,”
Anthony’s POVI had not planned to say it out loud.The words slipped out because the silence after the kiss was too full, too honest to hide behind. My mouth moved before my fear could stop it.“I have been wanting to do that for eight years,” I said softly.Her reaction was immediate. Not anger. Not relief. Something messier.She scoffed, a shaky sound that did not match the way her fingers were still curled into my jacket. “You would not have been wanting to do this if you had not messed everything up back then.”The words landed hard in my chest.For a moment, I only looked at her. At the woman I had carried with me in every quiet hour, every flight, every hotel room where sleep would not come. The woman who had haunted me without knowing it.“Samantha,” I said carefully. “You misunderstood.”Her brows pulled together, defensive instinct rising like a wall. “I did not.”“You did.”She shook her head. “I heard you.”The certainty in her voice hurt more than anger would have. I took
Anthony’s POV The words settled between us, fragile and honest. I heard her inhale sharply, a quiet sound she probably did not realize she made. It tightened something in my chest.I finally looked at her then.Her eyes were wide, reflecting the lights from the fountain, her lips parted just slightly as if she had been caught mid-thought. For a second, she looked exactly like she had eight years ago, surprised by something she had not expected to hear.“I do not understand,” she said quietly.And that was the truth, I realized. She really did not. Neither did I. That was the problem.I had spent eight years convincing myself that what I felt for Samantha was gone. Buried under competition, resentment, pride, and time. I told myself it had burned out the day she walked away without looking back. I told myself it was easier that way.But lately, I noticed her everywhere.The way my focus shifted when she entered a room. The way my chest tightened when she looked tired. The way my body






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