Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the black screen. My chest was heaving, my heart hammering a chaotic rhythm against my bruised ribs.I had just snapped at her. I had treated her exactly the way Atlas used to treat her when he was stressed.I hit redial immediately, panic slicing through the dense, concussed fog in my brain.It rang once, and then went straight to voicemail. She had turned her phone off.I dropped the phone onto the mattress, burying my face in my hands. The room spun wildly around me, the darkness failing to offer any relief. I was drowning on the ice, my brain was misfiring, and I had just pushed away the only lifeline I had left.Tamine’s POVI stared at the black screen of my phone, my vision completely blurred with hot, angry tears.I stood in the hallway outside the architecture loft, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing aggressively above my head. I leaned back against the cold cinderblock wall and slowly slid down until I was sitting on the lino

Atlas didn't even acknowledge him. He stepped onto the ice in his heavy boots, striding directly toward the center line. He didn't slip. He walked with the heavy, unshakeable mass of a Division 1 linebacker.Tamine didn't wait. She bolted onto the ice, slipping slightly in her boots, completely ignoring Kavanagh, the staring team, and the freezing temperature.She dropped to her knees right in front of me, her hands instantly flying to either side of my face. Her fingers were freezing cold, but they felt like an absolute lifeline."Evans," Tamine choked out, her eyes scanning my pale, sweating face, the dilated pupils, and the terrible, vacant lag in my focus. "Oh my god. Evans, look at me.""You're here," I whispered, leaning forward, pressing my forehead heavily against her shoulder. The smell of roasted espresso beans and cold wind instantly grounded me. The panic that had been suffocating me for two days finally broke. "Sunshine. I'm sorry. I couldn't remember her name. My head is

Tamine’s POV"You look like you're going to throw up, Chloe. Please don't throw up on the 3D model."It was Thursday afternoon. Three days since I had flown back from Boston.I was standing at the front of the architecture studio next to Chloe Kensington. Resting on the pedestal between us was our massive, fully rendered urban renewal model of the West Loop commercial district. It was flawless. The structural engineering was sound, the material cost analysis was perfectly within budget, and the aesthetic design was a seamless blend of modern glass and functional steel.But Chloe was hyperventilating softly, adjusting her designer blazer for the fifth time."Aris is looking at me like she wants to dissect my brain for science," Chloe whispered frantically, not moving her lips.Professor Aris was sitting in the front row, her clipboard resting on her knee, staring at our model with her terrifying, unreadable hawk eyes."She looks at everyone like that," I muttered back. "Just breathe. Y

Tamine’s POVThe automatic doors of the Philadelphia International Airport slid open, and the freezing November air hit my face. But for the first time in three months, the cold didn't feel like a threat. It felt like coming home.I adjusted the strap of my canvas bag, scanning the crowded curbside pickup lane."Looking for a ride to the city, or just admiring the architecture?"I spun around.Evans was leaning against the side of his black Land Rover, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of a dark wool peacoat. His breath plumed in the freezing air. The purple bruising along his jaw had faded to a faint, yellowish shadow, and the exhausted, hollowed-out look in his green eyes was completely gone.He looked solid. He looked like the boy I had left at the train station in August.I didn't say a word. I dropped my bag onto the concrete and ran.Evans caught me flawlessly, his arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me entirely off the ground. I buried my face in the crook of his nec

Tamine’s POVI didn't sleep.I lay in the massive, impossibly soft guest bed in the Thorpe estate, watching the moonlight filter through the heavy velvet curtains. Every time I closed my eyes, Vance’s warning echoed in my ears.He will frame Evans as a teenager caught up with a volatile, lower-class family. He will use your mother to destroy him.At 6:00 AM, I couldn't take the suffocating silence of the room anymore. I threw the covers off, pulled on my oversized sweater, and padded barefoot down the carpeted hallway to Evans’s bedroom.I pushed the heavy oak door open.Evans was already awake. He was sitting on the edge of his mattress in a pair of gray sweatpants, a hockey playbook resting on his knees, staring blankly at the wall.He looked up when the door clicked. The tense, rigid line of his shoulders instantly dropped."Couldn't sleep?" he asked softly, tossing the playbook onto the floor and holding his hand out to me."Not even for a minute," I admitted, crossing the room an