All Chapters of Breaking The Ice Between Us: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Harper POVI shouldn’t still be here.That’s my first thought.The hallway outside the locker rooms has mostly cleared out now. The initial rush is gone—players have filtered back in, people have moved on, the energy has shifted from chaos to something quieter.But I haven’t moved.I told myself I’d leave.Five minutes ago.Ten minutes ago.And yet—I’m still standing here.Waiting.Which is ridiculous.Because Logan didn’t ask me to wait.He didn’t say stay.He just said he had to go.Team stuff.Normal.Reasonable.So why does it feel like I’m—“Hey.”I turn instantly.And there he is.Logan.Dressed now. Hair still damp from the shower, t-shirt clinging slightly to his shoulders, jaw just a little tighter than it was before.And I know.Immediately.Something’s wrong.Not obvious.Not to anyone else.But to me?It’s there.In the way his shoulders are a little more tense.In the way his eyes flick over me like he’s checking something.In the way his smile—Doesn’t quite reach.“You

Harper POVLogan’s mouth is still on mine when I realize how quiet it is.Not just inside the car—But everywhere.The parking lot is mostly empty now. The chaos from the game has faded into the distance, leaving behind scattered cars, dim overhead lights, and long shadows stretching across the pavement.It feels… isolated.Like we slipped out of the real world for a second.And maybe that’s why this feels so intense.Because there’s nothing else around us.No distractions.No expectations.Just Logan.Just the way his hand is sliding along my side again, slow and deliberate, like he already knows exactly what he’s doing to me.My breath catches, my fingers tightening in his shirt as I pull him closer.“Harper…” he murmurs against my lips.“Yeah?”“You’re making this really hard.”I smile slightly, breathless.“You’re the one who brought me here.”“Yeah,” he admits quietly. “That might’ve been a mistake.”“Was it?”He doesn’t answer.Because he doesn’t need to.The way his hand moves—

Harper POVBy the time I get back to the house, the adrenaline from the game has finally started to wear off.And in its place—Is everything else.The way Logan looked at me after.The way he came to find me first.The way he kissed me like none of the other stuff mattered.I shouldn’t still be thinking about it.But I am.Of course I am.Because nothing about this is simple anymore.I push open the front door, stepping inside, the familiar noise of the house wrapping around me—voices, laughter, someone arguing over music in the background.Normal.Grounding.Exactly what I need right now.“Finally!” Lila’s voice cuts through the room.I barely have time to react before she’s in front of me, grabbing my arm and pulling me further inside.“You disappeared after the game,” she says. “Do I even want to know?”I give her a look.“No.”“That’s a yes.”“It’s a none of your business.”She grins.“So definitely a yes.”I shake my head, trying not to smile.“I went to his game. That’s it.”“A

Logan POVI know something’s wrong before she even says anything.It’s in the way her text reads.Not dramatic.Not emotional.Just—We need to talk.I stare at the screen for a long second.Heart already starting to pound for a reason I can’t quite name yet.Because Harper doesn’t do vague.She doesn’t do “we need to talk” unless something actually matters.And suddenly—Everything from earlier comes rushing back.The game.The call.My dad.A bad feeling settles in my chest.Fast.Heavy.I grab my keys without thinking, already moving.Because there’s only one explanation that makes sense.And if I’m right—I’m going to lose it.⸻The drive feels too long.Every red light.Every second.My grip tightens on the wheel as my mind runs through every possible version of what could’ve happened.And they all lead to the same place.Him.By the time I pull up outside her house, I’m already halfway there.Angry.Not controlled.Not measured.Just—Angry.I don’t even knock properly.I push t

Logan POVI know something’s off the second I walk onto campus.It’s not obvious.Not at first.Just… subtle.Looks that linger a second too long.Conversations that stop when I pass.Phones angled slightly, like people are pretending they’re not recording, not watching, not already talking.I’ve lived with attention my whole life.It doesn’t faze me.It’s part of the deal.Hockey.Reputation.Being Logan Shaw.None of that is new.But this?This feels different.Because it’s not just about me.I can feel it.Like something’s shifted overnight.“Yo.”Cole falls into step beside me as we head toward the athletic building.“You noticing it?”I don’t look at him.“Yeah.”“Yeah,” he mutters. “It’s getting weird.”“Define weird.”“Define ‘everyone suddenly has an opinion about your love life.’”My jaw tightens slightly.There it is.“People always have opinions,” I say.“Not like this.”I glance at him now.“What changed?”Cole hesitates for half a second.Then—“Rumors,” he says. “Fast on