Breaking The Ice Between Us のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Logan POVFor a second, I can’t move.The door is open, the hallway empty, and the only sound left in the room is the echo of her footsteps running away from me.My pulse hits hard. Too hard.Sophia smooths her hair like she was just interrupted in the middle of a photoshoot. “Guess the little president learned a valuable lesson.”I whip around so fast she blinks.“What lesson?”She smirks. “That she’s not the girl who gets this bed. She’s the girl who walks past it.”Something ugly ignites in my chest — not heat, not lust.Fire.“Get out.”Sophia pauses, lips parting. “What?”“You heard me. Get. Out.”Her eyes narrow. “You’re seriously kicking me out because Miss Perfect got her feelings hurt?”“Now.”She gives a cold little laugh. “Pathetic. She isn’t even your type.”My voice drops, low and lethal. “I said. Out.”Sophia grabs her jacket, muttering under her breath. “You’re going to regret this.”I don’t wait to listen. I move before the shame can set in — down the stairs, through t

Logan POVCold air slices through my jacket the second we’re outside, sharp enough to sting. My blood’s still buzzing with anger and something worse—something I refuse to name.Cole walks beside me, hands shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched against the wind but his eyes pinned on me like I’m a lit fuse he’s trying to keep away from gasoline.Neither of us talks at first.I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to breathe. I feel like I swallowed a live wire and now everything inside me is sparking and burning and trying to short-circuit.I don’t get rattled. I don’t shake. I don’t… come undone.Yet here I am. Coming undone in real time.Cole finally breaks the silence. “You done pretending you’re calm?”My jaw grinds. “I just need air.”“Congrats,” he mutters. “We’re outside. Still look like you want to punch God.”I keep walking. Faster. If I stop, I might explode. The night is too quiet, campus too peaceful, and it makes the chaos in my chest louder.Cole kicks a pebble

Logan POVI don’t remember walking off campus.I don’t remember unlocking the front door of the Ice House.I just remember Cole’s stupid, steady voice echoing in my head:You’re too wrapped up in chasing shiny, shallow things to see what’s real.Like hell I am.My fist hits the wall of my room before I realize I’m even moving. Not hard enough to break anything — just hard enough to feel something.Pain’s clean. Simple. It doesn’t argue back or look at you like it expected better.Unlike her.I drag a hand through my hair, pacing like the ground might give if I stop moving.Harper laughing with Ryan Brooks.Harper saying don’t in the lecture hall like I was a threat, not a—No. Don’t say it. Don’t think it.Harper standing in my doorway last night, face open and raw before it shattered.Then Cole.Asking her out.I taste metal. My jaw aches from clenching.He has no right to—I have no right either.Right. Wrong. None of it matters because I can’t get enough air in my lungs.I grab my

Cole POVHarper disappears through the Alpha Chi door like she’s holding herself together by threads.Logan just stands there, staring, breathing like he’s drowning on dry land.Then it hits him.He explodes.“Fuck!”His voice cracks the quiet, scares a squirrel off a bush. He grabs his hair, pacing, chest heaving.I’ve seen Logan pissed.Game-day pissed.Ref-blew-the-call pissed.This isn’t that.This is fear.This is heartbreak with teeth.He turns like he’s about to go after her, storm the house, drag her back out just to keep arguing or kissing or burning alive in whatever the hell that was.I plant myself in front of him.“Move,” he snarls. “Move, Cole.”“No.”“Cole, I swear to—”“WHAT?” I snap at him, voice sharp enough to cut him off. “What are you going to do, huh? Blow up what little you have left? Scream her name like an idiot and scare her more? Put on another episode of the Logan Shaw Self-Destruction Tour?”His eyes are wild. “Why are you even here?”“Because,” I fire bac

Logan POVThe clock on the wall says 3:08 AM.The house is quiet — or it should be.Everyone’s asleep.Except me.Except the ghosts in my head that won’t shut the hell up.Harper’s name glows in the dark on my phone screen, the last message still sitting there like a bruise.I hate this.Me too.But I don’t want to stop.I should’ve stopped texting her.I should’ve said goodnight and buried my phone under a pillow and gone for a run until the exhaustion drowned it out.Instead, I’m barefoot, shirtless, and in the Ice House gym, punching the heavy bag like it’s my only way to breathe.The sound is too loud for this hour — the slap of leather, the dull thud of each hit echoing off the concrete walls. Sweat drips down my back, my hands ache through the wraps, and still it’s not enough.Every punch lands with a thought I can’t kill.Harper’s face when she saw me with Sophia.Harper’s voice when she told me off at the rink.Harper’s mouth when I kissed her.I swing harder, the chain above