Pucked On Ice 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 71 - 챕터 80

RivenI stood in the kitchen, glass of water in hand, staring blankly at the counter. The apartment was too quiet. To be honest, I was really worried about Kael. I wondered if he was okay. If he was handling the sudden, unnecessary resignation well. If he was resting or pushing himself like the stubborn idiot he was. A single call wouldn’t hurt — especially since that unknown person wasn’t watching.I sighed deeply and set the glass down. Today at the hospital, Dr. Elara had been swamped with emergencies and asked me to come back tomorrow for the full results. Another day of waiting. Another day of not knowing exactly what my body was turning into.I cooked something simple and carried the plate to the couch. The TV flickered on to the evening news. The anchor’s voice filled the room.“…and in sports news, Vipers star player Kael Dravin has officially resigned from the team following his recent injury. Sources say the decision was mutual…”I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. Yeah, appe

KaelRiven suddenly pushed me off to the ground with a hard thud.His hands pressed against my shoulders, firm but trembling. “Wait—”The impact jolted through my body as I hit the floor, but the heat of him straddling my hips drowned out everything else. Riven stayed on top of me, chest heaving, eyes wide and conflicted. For a long moment we just stared at each other, breaths mingling, the air thick with tension and unspoken want.Then something shifted in his expression. He leaned down again, slower this time, and kissed me.It was deeper, more intentional. Our lips moved together with quiet hunger, tongues sliding lazily, tasting, exploring. I groaned softly into his mouth as his fingers curled into my shirt. My hands roamed up his back, slipping under the fabric to feel warm, smooth skin. Riven shivered at the touch, a soft, broken sound escaping him that went straight to my cock.I sat up slightly, pulling him closer so he was fully in my lap. Without breaking the kiss, I tugged

RivenI blinked, stunned into silence. The words hung in the air between us like a live wire. I love you, Riven.Kael’s thumb brushed gently across my cheek, his eyes soft and patient. “You don’t have to say anything back,” he whispered, his voice low and steady. “I just… needed you to know. No pressure. No expectations. I’m not going anywhere unless you want me to.”He leaned in and kissed me again, slow, deep, and full of quiet reassurance. I kissed him back, my hands sliding up to cup his face, heart hammering so hard I was sure he could feel it. The warmth of his lips, the gentle way he held me… it made something tight and scared inside my chest start to loosen.When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath. There was something I had to tell him. It was time.“There’s something you should know,” I said softly.Kael pulled back just enough to look at me, concern flickering in his eyes. “What is it?”I swallowed, the memories of those anon

KaelI drove home with a heavy mind, the streets blurred by the falling snow. As I turned onto my street, my stomach dropped. A crowd of reporters and cameras was already clustered outside my gate, lights flashing even in the dim morning.“Gosh,” I sighed, gripping the wheel tighter. I quickly reversed and started driving away, but they spotted me. Before I could accelerate, they were running after the car, shouting questions and thrusting microphones forward.“Oh shit,” I muttered, glancing in the rearview mirror. I sped up, heart racing, weaving through the streets until I finally lost them. My hands were shaking on the wheel. I reached for my phone to call my father, but the screen was black — completely dead. Of course.I couldn’t go home yet. I found a paid parking garage nearby and pulled in, paying for the night. I reclined the seat and tried to get some rest, but sleep barely came. All I could think about was Riven, the look on his face when I told him I loved him, and the mes

RivenI decided to go to the hospital. I called a taxi and slid into the back seat, pulling my cap low over my eyes. The city blurred past the window as I scrolled through my phone, trying to distract myself. Then I saw something that caught my complete attention.Photos of my father being escorted out of my house by the police were already going viral. Comments flooded in — “Is the father-son relationship cracking?" and “What’s going on with Riven Ashford's father and him?" “Looks like a serious fight.” Some were worried, others just curious and thirsty for drama.I shut the phone off and stared straight ahead, jaw tight. I wasn’t surprised — someone must have recorded the whole thing — but it still made my stomach twist. The headache from earlier throbbed harder. I didn’t want to think about it. Not today.When the taxi stopped at the hospital, I paid quickly, kept my head down, and walked inside. I adjusted my cap again, shoulders hunched, praying no one would recognize me. The ele