All Chapters of Breaking The Ice Between Us: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Harper POVIt’s been two days.Not long.Not really.But it feels like more.Like something stretched those hours out, pulled them tight, made every moment heavier than it should be.I sit in the back of the lecture hall, staring at notes I haven’t actually read.The professor is talking.Something about ethics.Or logic.Or something equally important that I should be paying attention to.But I’m not.Because my brain is somewhere else.Somewhere I told myself not to go.Logan.I haven’t seen him since the quad.Since everything.Since the way everyone looked at us.Since the way it all got too real, too fast, too public.Since I told him—I don’t know if I can handle everything that comes with you.I close my eyes briefly.God.Why did I say it like that?Because it’s true.Because it’s not fair to him.Because I don’t want to be the thing that costs him everything.Because—“Miss Lane?”My eyes snap open.The professor is looking directly at me.The entire class is suddenly very qu

Harper POVIt’s amazing how loud silence can get.I didn’t notice it the first day.Maybe because I was too busy trying to convince myself I’d done the right thing.That space was smart.Necessary.Responsible.All those nice mature words people use when they’re trying to justify hurting themselves before someone else gets the chance to.But now?Now it’s day three.And silence has started sounding a lot like loneliness.I stare down at my phone again.Still nothing.Not because Logan hasn’t texted.Because he has.Just… less.Shorter.More controlled.Like he’s forcing himself to respect what I asked for even though he hates every second of it.And somehow?That makes it worse.The last message sits there unopened for a second before I finally tap it.Hope your test went okay.That’s it.No heart.No teasing.No you still here?Just careful distance.Exactly what I asked for.And I hate it.“Okay,” Lila says from across the room. “You need to stop staring at your phone like it person

Logan POVI don’t sleep.Not really.I lay there for maybe two hours staring at the ceiling while my brain tears itself apart.Every time I close my eyes—I hear her voice again.I got some messages.Soft.Trying to sound okay when she clearly wasn’t.And the worst part?She didn’t even sound surprised.Like some part of her expected this.That’s what gets me.Not the rumors.Not the whispers.Not even the threats.It’s the fact that she’s already starting to believe she deserves them.That this is somehow the cost of being near me.My jaw tightens hard enough it hurts.No.Absolutely not.I grab my hoodie off the floor and shove my arms through it before heading out.It’s barely after six in the morning.The Ice House is quiet for once, most of the guys still asleep.Good.Because right now I’m hanging onto my control by a thread.And I already know where I’m going.⸻The drive to my father’s office feels too short.I don’t even remember half of it.Just flashes.Red lights.My hands

Logan POVI know something’s wrong the second she answers the door.Not because she says it.Because she tries too hard to act like nothing’s wrong.And Harper Lane has officially become terrible at hiding from me.The second the door opens, my chest tightens.Her eyes are red.Not slightly.Not maybe.Red.Like she’s been crying hard and trying to pretend she hasn’t.Something sharp twists in my chest instantly.“Hey,” she says softly.Absolutely not.I step inside immediately, shutting the door behind me.“What happened?”“Nothing.”I stare at her.Then at the faint mascara smudge under her eye.Then back at her.“Harper.”“I’m fine.”“No, you’re not.”The words come out harder than I mean them to.But I don’t take them back.Because she isn’t.And I’m getting really tired of everyone pretending she is.She crosses her arms lightly, like she’s trying to hold herself together physically.“I just had a bad day.”“What happened?”“Nothing happened.”“That’s a lie.”Silence.Her jaw tig

Logan POVThe arena feels different tonight.Louder.Sharper.Like everybody walked in expecting blood.I stand in the tunnel before warmups, rolling my shoulders once as the noise from the crowd crashes through the walls around us.Packed house.Rival game.Scouts in attendance.Pressure sitting thick in the air.Perfect.Exactly the kind of game I’m supposed to dominate.Coach is already in playoff mode even though we’re nowhere near playoffs yet.“Stay disciplined,” he barks as guys move around the locker room. “They’re gonna try to bait you tonight. Don’t bite.”Marco snorts beside me.“That speech definitely wasn’t aimed at Shaw.”“Shut up,” I mutter automatically.But honestly?Coach probably was talking to me.Because I can already feel it tonight.That edge under my skin.That restless energy that hasn’t left since Harper cried in my arms two nights ago.Since she admitted she missed me.Since I realized just how deep this thing actually goes.And maybe worse—Since I realized