บททั้งหมดของ Holiday Hockey Tale: Breaking The Ice : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The bass from the speakers reverberated through the packed frat house, making it nearly impossible to think, let alone hold a conversation. Grace Ivers clutched her plastic cup nervously, sticking close to her roommate Daisy as she wove through the throngs of people there. This was her first college party, and she was already questioning whether it had been a good idea. "Relax, Grace," Daisy said, her bright red curls bouncing as she leaned in to be heard over the music. "You'll thank me later. College is about experiences, and this is the place to meet people." "I don't even like beer," Grace muttered, staring into the suspiciously murky liquid in her cup. Daisy rolled her eyes. "It's not about the beer; it's about the vibe. Just have fun!" As they approached the main room, the crowd seemed to part slightly. Grace didn't realize why until she saw a group of tall, confident guys laughing and throwing back drinks near the keg. Even among the chaos of the party, they stood out

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the dorm room window as Grace sat cross-legged on her bed, flipping through her planner. She was jotting down her to-do list for the weekend when the door swung open, and Daisy strolled in, her overnight bag slung over her shoulder. "Morning!" Daisy chirped, kicking off her sneakers by the door. She dropped her bag onto her desk chair and flopped dramatically onto her bed. Grace glanced up, amused. "Morning. How was your night?" Daisy grinned, propping herself up on her elbows. "Pretty great. Morris and I grabbed dinner, watched a movie at his dorm, and then... you know." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. Grace laughed, shaking her head. "Glad you had fun." Daisy sat up fully, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Okay, but what about you? How was your wild night of solitude? Did you end up doing anything exciting after we left the coffee shop?" Grace shrugged, closing her planner. "Not really. I grabbed dinner at the dinning h

As the movie played in the background, Grace and Logan's conversation picked up momentum, their texts bouncing back and forth. Daisy occasionally glanced over, trying to catch a peek at the messages, but Grace kept her phone angled away, smirking at her friend's nosiness. Logan: What movie are you watching? Something good or something Daisy picked? Grace chuckled at the text, her thumbs flying over the keyboard. Grace: Rom-com. So, something Daisy picked. Logan: Figures. Don't tell her, but I actually like those. Got a favorite? Grace smiled, momentarily distracted from the movie. Grace: Really? A hockey guy into rom-coms? That's unexpected. Favorite would have to be 10 Things I Hate About You. You? Logan: That's a solid choice. Mine's Crazy, Stupid, Love. Don't laugh. Grace couldn't help but grin at the admission. Grace: I'm not laughing, I promise. That's actually a great one. Ryan Gosling carrying the whole rom-com genre on his back. Logan: Right? I knew you h

Grace, Daisy, and Morris drove back to the dorms. The buzz of the party still lingered in Grace's mind, mixing with the laughter and teasing from earlier. Daisy was recounting a particularly funny exchange she'd had with Tucker, her animated gestures punctuating her words, while Morris chimed in occasionally with his laid-back commentary. But Grace was quieter than usual, her thoughts elsewhere. "You okay, Grace?" Daisy asked, her tone softer than usual as they reached a campus. Grace glanced at her friend and nodded. "Yeah, just... processing, I guess." Daisy's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Processing Logan, you mean." Morris chuckled beside them, but Grace groaned. "It's not like that." "Sure it's not," Daisy said with a grin. "But come on, you can't deny he's into you. The way he looked at you tonight? Please. The guy's practically smitten." Grace opened her mouth to protest but paused. Logan had been attentive—more than she'd expected. The way he'd cheered her

The Saturday afternoon sun streamed through the library windows as Grace settled into their usual study room. She sipped her caramel coffee, her laptop open and notes scattered in front of her. She was reviewing an Econ problem Logan had struggled with earlier in the week when the door opened, and Logan walked in, his usual confident grin on display. "Hey," he said, dropping his bag onto the table and sitting across from her. "You're early." "I figured I'd get a head start," Grace replied, smiling. "I'm trying to make sense of this graph before you tell me it's just like a hockey play again." Logan laughed, leaning back in his chair. "Hey, my analogies work, don't they?" She rolled her eyes but grinned. "I'll admit they do. Sometimes." They settled into their routine quickly, alternating between Econ problems and Logan's latest essay draft. Their conversation flowed easily, as it always did, filled with teasing remarks and occasional focus on their work. About an hour in