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
Game days always felt different for me. The locker room had a kind of buzz you couldn’t replicate anywhere else—the smell of fresh ice clinging to our gear, the thud of skates being laced tight, the pounding music that kept us all hyped but slightly on edge. Normally, I thrived in that chaos. Normally. But tonight…it was a different ball game.Tonight, I couldn’t stop thinking about whether Skylar would show for the game. I’d invited her like it was nothing. “Hey, come to the game tomorrow.” But it hadn’t been casual at all. It had been me putting my heart on the line in a way I wasn’t used to. If she came, it meant something. If she didn’t…If course she had come to some of my games before. Especially as her brother was my teammate. But I was particularly anxious about today's own for reasons known to me. “Yo, Maddox.” Ethan snapped his fingers in front of my face. “You in there, man? You’ve retaped your stick like, three times.”I glanced down. Sure enough, I’d been wrapping and
It was the day of the game and by the time I dragged myself back to the dorm in the late afternoon, I felt like someone had wrung me out like a wet towel and left me crumpled under the sun. Every muscle in my body ached from sitting through endless classes, and my brain was a swamp of half-formed notes and things I was supposed to remember but already forgot. All I wanted—literally all I wanted —was to collapse on my bed, maybe eat something mindless like ramen, take a quick shower, and pass out for an hour or two before throwing on a hoodie for the game tonight.That was the plan. Simple. Blissful. Achievable.At least, that's what I thought.Except, apparently, June had drafted her own plan, and it was… not simple nor blissful.The second I pushed open the door, I was met with a squeal that nearly knocked me backward.“There she is!” June leapt up from her desk like she’d been waiting all day for this. Her eyes were sparkling with something I didn’t trust. I narrowed my eyes at he