The cold air bit into my lungs as I continued to jog across the extremely large parking lot while scanning for Skylar’s familiar shape in the crowd. My chest was already tight from the game, but this was different…this was panic, raw and hot.I finally spotted her near the far end of the lot, her shoulders hunched against the wind, June walking right beside her like some bodyguard. Skylar’s steps were quick, clipped, like she couldn’t get away fast enough.“Skylar!” I quickly called out, my voice cutting through the hum of engines and chatter.She didn’t turn.Of course she didn’t.June, though…she twisted her head and spotted me. Her expression lit up with something between amusement and murder. Great, I thought wryly and then sighed. Fucking great.I pushed harder, sneakers pounding against the asphalt, helmet still clutched under my arm like a damn fool who hadn’t bothered to put it away. When I was close enough, I reached out. “Skylar, wait. Please, wait.”She flinched, barely g
The second Skylar turned on her heel, it felt like the ice under my skates had given way.I watched her weave into the crowd with her shoulders stiff, her head low and her hair bouncing with each determined step that she took. I wanted to call after her, wanted to chase her down right then, but my voice caught in my throat and I couldn't say anything.Instead, I muttered the dumbest thing imaginable.“What just happened?” I asked to no one in particular.June spun on me so fast, her hair whipping over her shoulder like a whip crack. She planted her hands on her hips, her eyes wide in a mixture of disbelief and fury. “Are you being serious right now?”I blinked hard at her. “Yeah, I mean…she just—”June threw her arms in the air. “Oh my God. You are serious. You are actually fucking serious. Wow. I thought you were smart, Ryans. Like, hockey genius smart. But socially? You’re a whole brick wall.”I frowned, heat rising to my face. “What are you even talking about?”June’s laugh was s
The silence that stretched between us for some moments was suffocating.The arena was still buzzing with post-game noise—chants echoing, people shuffling toward the exits, the squeak of sneakers on concrete—but for me, it all blurred. My eyes flicked between Ryans’ hand still clasped in hers and the delicate smile curving the stranger’s lips. I didn’t know which unsettled me more.Beside me, June nudged my arm hard. “Say something,” she hissed under her breath, eyes darting between me and them like she was watching the juiciest soap opera unfold live.My mouth felt glued shut. Every instinct screamed at me to just stand here, pretend invisible, and maybe dissolve into the crowd. But June nudged again, and I finally swallowed down the lump in my throat.“Uh,” I managed, voice cracking slightly. “Thank you. Again. For…helping me that day. Thank you.”The woman—God, she was even more stunning up close—turned her full attention to me. Her eyes were this soft, almond brown, warm but unrea
I watched as the lady’s hand slid into his so smoothly, like it belonged there and my breath hitched. The rink, with its echoing shouts and the clatter of skates against concrete, suddenly dimmed around me. All I could see was that delicate grip—her slim fingers wrapped around his right hand as though she’d been doing it forever.And Ryans didn’t pull away.His whole face lit up instead. His lips parted into a shock and then grin that wasn’t the usual teasing smirk or half-grin he tossed at people casually. No. This one was real, wide, unguarded.“You came,” he said, his voice low and brimming with excitement and happiness all at once. The young woman—God, she was beautiful—tilted her head, dark hair spilling like silk over her shoulders. Her answer was soft, ladylike, so quiet under the noise that I couldn’t hear the words. But the way Ryans leaned into her as if her voice mattered more than the chaos of victory songs around us, made my stomach twist painfully.June blinked, popcor
As the game went on, the third period hit like a storm.The score was close—too close—and every muscle in my body was wound tight like I was the one skating out there instead of sitting on cold bleachers with buttery popcorn grease on my fingers. Ryans looked like fire on the ice, sweat darkening his hair, jersey clinging to his shoulders as he fought through every shift.June, on the other hand, continued to be the picture of chaos beside me.“I swear, number twelve just winked at me,” she whispered urgently, clutching my sleeve.I arched a brow. “Pretty sure he was wincing after getting checked into the boards.”She ignored me. “No, no. It was a wink. I’m marking my calendar. This is the start of our love story.”“June,” I deadpanned, “you’ve said that about four different players tonight.”“Don’t box me in, Skylar. I contain multitudes.” She stuffed more popcorn into her mouth, eyes glittering with mischief.I shook my head, laughing softly, then froze when Ryans gained control of
One hour before …The night air felt alive when June and I finally stepped out of our dorm room. She’d changed into a glittery cropped hoodie and ripped jeans, her curls bouncing like she’d styled them with a cheer squad’s worth of energy. I had to laugh at her and then myself as we walked together. Two weeks ago, I was swearing up and down that I would always prefer to live alone. No roommate. No surprises. No one to deal with. That's how I have always loved it. That's how it had always been. Until it changed.I could remember easily how I hated it. But now? Now, here I was, willingly linking arms with June as we headed across campus like we’d been best friends forever.She had that effect. Wild, eccentric, unpredictable but impossible not to like.It was crazily beautiful.“You realize you’re glowing, right?” June said now to me while nudging me with her elbow. “I should get commission for this makeover, you know. Seriously. Free ice cream for life or something.”I rolled my eye