Semua Bab Dancing On Ice: One-Night Stand With The Hockey Captain: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Memphis’s P.O.V“What’s that?”My eyes shift to Avan, catching him as he lowers his gaze from my face to my hand.“Nothing,” I answer, rolling the sticker between my forefinger and thumb. “It’s my name sticker.”“I thought I saw something else written on it.”With my lips pursed, I shake my head, hoping he’s convinced, then I turn forward. The sticker has formed a tiny paper ball. I drop it on my left side and focus on my drink. I peel the straw from the glass, lift the lid, tear the wrapper off the straw, and dip it in to sip.My mind plays a mocking game with me. Even if I’ve decided to live and act like New Jersey never happened until I start to believe it never did, it’s absolutely insane that after two years, this is how our paths cross again. From being a random stranger whom I met in a totally different city, under a terribly rare circumstance, lost but not forgotten, to being my schoolmate. Not just that; we share a class, she’s coincidentally my partner for group work, she j

Memphis’s P.O.V“Anne-Marie?” Miss Blake calls and docks her head, wearing her grin like dazzling brand-new clothes. “Get in!” She gestures with a hand, then begins clearing the passenger seat of her Toyota RAV4.Flustered, I blink countlessly and drag a foot back, the sole of my right sneaker harshly scraping the ground. My heart still thuds, but it’s starting to slow. It’s only Miss Blake—who I had no idea could smile this broadly and genuinely. A wave of relief washes over me, and my eyes scan the entire street. It’s thankfully only filled with cars.I take one glance at Anne-Marie. Her blanched face fills me with temporary comfort: that I’m not the only one who freaked out, thinking it was one of my teammates or worse: my girlfriend or Marcus; I probably would have smacked them hard in the head, knocked them out, and hope they have amnesia, then figure out what to do next.We cannot be seen together. It is bad. Given the kind of history we share and all that is at stake now with t

Anne-Marie’s P.O.V‘Keep your eyes on me, Princess…’ Champ’s alluring voice echoes in my mind, his voice muffled by something I can’t figure out as he locks our fingers above my head. My lashes flutter; my chest swells with every soft, audible breath I take, and when I blink again, I finally see him clearly, right above me. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever set my eyes on. Blue eyes that dazzle like luminous snowflakes. Sandy brown hair falls over his eyes, and a corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk. My heart is running a marathon, beating faster by the second. He drops his weight on me. And I shut my eyes, squeezing his hands so tight as he goes in gently the second time. A deep moan escapes my throat, my head falling back on the pillow. It’s bad enough that I’m doing something as reckless as getting laid for the first time by a stranger, but now we’re going a second time without protection.His lips cover mine, silencing every fear and worry as we kiss and move in sync. Gasping, I

Memphis’s P.O.VI take a glance at Rissa. Confusion clouds her features. And even if my heart is in my throat, I turn to Ashley and say, “I don’t have any wristwatch that isn’t mine.”“Er…” Her lashes flutter; she now wears the same confusion Rissa has on. But I’m flat-out going to stick to my words like it’s the truth.“Who’s asking?” I add.“Jeffrey.”I blink slowly, taken aback by her response. But… my left brow flicks up a moment, realization dawning on me. Green-eyes doesn’t want to put me in an uncomfortable position. It’s very thoughtful of her.Guilt slowly cinches my chest.“Do you have his wristwatch?” Rissa asks, sliding her hand out of mine to grip my arm. I meet her gaze, and she says, “Why would you even have his wristwatch?”“I don’t have his wristwatch. I told him I’d give him one. I just forgot.” The lie continues, adding to the guilt already suffocating me. Then I turn to Ashley. “Tell him I’d bring it tomorrow.”“He said you don’t have to bring it yourself. You shoul

Anne-Marie’s P.O.VSomething vibrates in my lap. My heart skips. I snatch my hand out of Kaizer’s and lower my gaze, ready to pick up my vibrating phone, but it slides onto the seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him turning to the window. An awkward silence fills the car, except for the non-stop vibration. With a sigh, I shut my eyes for a second, push hair out of my face, and fumble for my phone. I stare at the screen. It’s a call from another unknown caller. My left brow jumps in alarm as I wonder who it is.I bite down on my lower lip and glance at Kaizer. He’s holding the steering wheel, waiting his turn. The light has turned green, and the cars ahead are already moving. My phone continues to vibrate. His gaze flicks from the road to mine. I blink and drop my eyes again, gluing them to my phone.Is it Memphis? But I blocked him.“You’re not answering that?”“I am,” I respond, sparing him a glance. Then I take a deep breath in preparation for the worst, tap my phone’s screen