Todos los capítulos de Breaking The Ice Between Us: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Logan POVCold air hits my lungs like punishment as I walk, hands shoved deep in my pockets, head down. The streets between campus and the Ice House are quiet at this hour—just the hum of passing cars and the crunch of gravel under my sneakers.I should feel good.We won. I played my ass off. I shut everything out and became exactly what I’m supposed to be.But the second the noise faded, the second the guys pulled me into that bar full of neon and bodies and too-sweet perfume, everything crashed right back in.Every fucking thing about her.I didn’t even last twenty minutes before I bailed.Now I just need to breathe. Or break something. Or sleep for ten hours.Preferably all three.I cut across the parking lot, the Ice House glowing faint behind the trees. Almost there.Then I hear it.“Logan!”I stop.That voice. Sharp, breathless, maddeningly familiar.I turn and see her jogging toward me, red coat unzipped, hair bouncing around her face, cheeks flushed from the cold.Harper Lane.

Logan POV The second she says, “I don’t want to pretend,” something in my chest snaps. I’ve taken hits that knocked the air out of my lungs. None of them compare to that. She doesn’t even say it loud. It’s barely more than a breath, but it lands like a body check straight to the ribs. I’ve spent years pretending with her. Acting like she’s background noise. Acting like I only see one kind of girl. Acting like I don’t notice every time she walks into a room. And now she’s standing here in my house, flushed and furious and shaking, saying she doesn’t want to pretend anymore. “Say that again,” I hear myself ask, because I need to be sure I didn’t imagine it. She wets her lips, eyes blown wide. “I don’t want to pretend.” Yeah. That does it. My hand finds her lapel before I can think better of it, fingers curling hard in the fabric like she’s the only thing keeping me upright. “Take it off, Harper.” The words come out deeper than I intend, low and rough and way too hon

Harper POVI wake up slowly, the kind of slow that feels heavy.Not groggy.Heavy.My first thought is that I’m still dreaming. That my brain is replaying something it wants too badly.Then I feel warmth behind me.An arm.A solid, unmistakable arm.Reality hits like a cold splash of water.Oh.Oh God.I don’t move.I don’t even breathe for a second.I just lie there, staring at the wall of Logan Shaw’s bedroom, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might give me away.Last night comes back in flashes. Heat. Hands. His voice saying my name like it mattered. The way everything inside me went quiet and loud at the same time.And then the part I can’t stop thinking:What did we just do?Logan shifts behind me, his arm tightening slightly around my waist like it’s instinct, not conscious. Like even in sleep, he’s holding on.That makes something in my chest ache in a way I don’t want to examine.Carefully, I slide his arm off me and inch forward, putting space between us. The sheets

Harper POVThey say sex changes things.I always thought that was something people said to make their bad decisions sound poetic.Turns out, it’s just… true.It changes the air between you.The way you remember someone’s hands.The way your brain refuses to cooperate when you tell it to be rational.And apparently, it changes how Logan Shaw looks at me.Which might be the worst part.I sit at my desk with my laptop open, three tabs pulled up for the gala, a color-coded to-do list on my tablet, and my phone facedown like it’s personally offended me.I haven’t done a single productive thing in forty minutes.Because my brain keeps replaying:His voice.His mouth.The way he looked at me this morning—quiet, unreadable, not running, but not… staying either.And then the way he looked at me today.Distant.Careful.Weird.Like I’m something fragile he doesn’t know where to put.Or worse.Like I’m something he already put somewhere and is done with.The thought makes my stomach twist.I hat

Logan POVThe worst part is that I don’t know what I broke.I just know it’s broken.Harper won’t look at me.Not in the hallway. Not in the student union. Not when we’re in the same room pretending we’re not in the same room. She’s perfected this new talent where she can look straight through me like I’m a badly placed piece of furniture.Which is… impressive.And infuriating.And somehow worse than her yelling at me would be.I tell myself it’s fine.I tell myself this is what I wanted—clean lines, clear distance, no complications.I tell myself I’m relieved.I’m lying.I haven’t slept right in days. My practices are still shit. Coach is watching me like he’s deciding whether to murder me or bench me, and honestly, either one feels deserved.I spot Harper outside the student center on my way to class.She’s with Lila and two other Alpha Chi girls, holding an iced coffee, laughing at something someone said.She looks… normal.Like she didn’t unravel my entire brain and then decide I’