All Chapters of Breaking The Ice Between Us: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Harper POVThe Ice House is chaos tonight.Music pounds through the walls, bass vibrating through the porch floor. Someone inside is shouting Logan’s name like they’re announcing another goal, and every few seconds a burst of laughter explodes from the living room.The team is celebrating.Which makes sense.They just won.But instead of being inside with them, Logan is standing out here on the porch with me.Cold air brushes across my cheeks as I lean against the railing, watching him.His hair is still damp from the post-game shower, falling messily across his forehead. He pulled on a dark hoodie before coming outside, the sleeves pushed up slightly at his wrists.He looks relaxed.Loose.Still riding the adrenaline of the win.I tilt my head slightly and study him.“So, Mr. Shaw,” I say sweetly, “how exactly do you plan on celebrating this win?”Logan groans immediately.“Oh God.”“What?”“Don’t call me Mr. Shaw.”“Why not?”He runs a hand through his hair.“Because it makes me sou

Harper POV I wanted Logan. That was the only thought left in my head. Every kiss he pressed against my skin sent heat rushing through me, setting my body on fire in a way I couldn’t ignore anymore. Maybe it was the risk—the fact that we were outside, that someone could walk by at any second—but instead of stopping me, it only made everything feel sharper. More intense. Logan’s hands slid to the hem of my shirt, slowly pushing it upward, exposing my skin inch by inch. Cool air brushed against me, but it didn’t matter. Not when Logan leaned down and pressed a slow kiss just above my belly button. My breath caught. “Perfect,” he murmured softly, like it was a fact, not a compliment. His lips brushed my skin again, slower this time, like he was taking his time. My fingers slid into his hair without thinking, gently threading through it as I looked down at him. He glanced up at me, his eyes darker now. More focused. “You are perfect, you know that?” he said quietly. A soft l

Logan POVI should’ve walked away.That thought comes late.Not when I kissed her.Not when things crossed the line.Not even when I knew I wasn’t going to stop.No—It hits me now.Standing in the quiet courtyard with Harper still pressed against me, her body warm against mine, her fingers curled into my hoodie like she hasn’t decided if she’s letting go yet.That’s when it hits.I should’ve walked away.But I didn’t.And the worst part?I don’t regret it.Not even a little.Harper shifts slightly, her forehead brushing against my chest, and my hand tightens instinctively at her waist.Like my body doesn’t trust the space between us.Like it doesn’t want it.“You’re still here,” she murmurs.A quiet breath of a laugh leaves me.“Yeah.”“That’s new.”She doesn’t say it like an accusation.Just… a fact.And she’s right.Normally?I’d already be gone.Distance.Control.Reset.That’s how I keep things simple.But right now—Nothing about this feels simple.I glance down at her.Her hair

Logan POVThe door clicks shut behind her.And just like that—The room feels different.Too quiet.Too empty.I stand there for a second, staring at the door like she might walk back in.She doesn’t.Of course she doesn’t.Harper Lane doesn’t linger when things get complicated.That’s my job.Or at least—it used to be.I drag a hand down my face and exhale slowly.Get it together.It was one night.One mistake.One—Yeah.I don’t even believe that.Because nothing about last night felt like a mistake.And that’s the problem.I move around the room, grabbing clothes, trying to focus on something normal.Routine.Game day.That’s what matters.That’s what always matters.I pull on a shirt, grab my phone off the nightstand—And it lights up immediately.DadOf course.Right on schedule.He always calls on game day.Always.My jaw tightens as I stare at the screen.I don’t answer.Not right away.I let it ring.Because I already know how this goes.He’ll talk.I’ll listen.He’ll point ou

Harper POVI didn’t realize how loud a hockey arena could be until today.It’s not just noise.It’s… energy.The kind that vibrates through your chest and makes it impossible to sit still.By the time the second period ended, I was already leaning forward in my seat, completely invested.By the third—I was standing.Cheering.Actually cheering.Which is not something I do.Ever.But Logan?Logan is different on the ice.I knew he was good.Everyone knows he’s good.But seeing it like this—Seeing how fast he moves, how sharp he is, how he reads everything before it even happens—It’s something else entirely.It’s like watching someone become exactly who they’re meant to be.And it’s…Attractive.Dangerously so.The final buzzer sounds and the entire arena explodes.People around me are yelling, clapping, celebrating.The team rushes the ice, crashing into each other.And my eyes go straight to him.Logan.He’s laughing.Actually laughing.Helmet off, hair a mess, teammates grabbing a