Breaking The Ice Between Us
Dea BFirst-Person POVBadboyGoodgirlPlayboyCampusSportsHate to Love
Except when she’s not.
Except when she looks at me like she’s ready to start a war.
I slam my stick against the glass. The sound cracks through the empty rink, sharp enough to sting.
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In the locker room, steam fogs the mirrors. The air smells like sweat and soap.
Cole’s already showered, towel around his neck, hair dripping.
“You were off today,” he says, not bothering to make it a question.
“I’m fine.”
He smirks. “Man, that word’s losing all meaning coming from you.”