Breaking The Ice Between Us Novels & Stories

I headed downstairs to go wait for Dante and I heard the office door close and footsteps headed my way I could care less what Aiden had to say to me at the moment because he already has made up his mind about me not being loyal to him and he doesn't get that I am loyal to him I was just sorting out the mess that I was in with regards to my boyfriend's and making them aware that ; there is no future between me and them but he didn't get the fact that I was cutting ties with most of them and now that I had except for Dante who just so happens to be my best friend I just didn't know who else to call. Aiden walked to the fridge and he opened the freezer. Hey, you took some ice cream out, with tw

This was all a business contract. So why did Jaxson look like he wanted to tear down anyone who looked at Liam the wrong way? Jaxson turned back around, his eyes locking onto Liam’s stunned expression. For a long, breathless moment, neither of them spoke. The heat between them was thick enough to suffocate, a strange, terrifying shift in the air that had absolutely nothing to do with hockey or figure skating. Suddenly, the locker room door swung open, and Coach Miller walked in, breaking the spell. "Alright, ice is ready! Gear up, let's see what the pixie can teach us about balance."

“Shut up.” “I didn’t even say anything insulting.” “You were about to.” “That’s fair.” For the first time all morning, his mouth twitched slightly like he was fighting a smile. Unfortunately, the moment died the second we reached the rink. Jax was already there near the entrance with Noah, spinning a hockey stick lazily between his palms while several freshmen hovered nearby pretending not to stare at us. “Well, look at this,” Jax called out loudly. “The Ice King brought his girlfriend to practice. Should we all clap or something?”

He’s watching me, and the hallway tightens around that fact. It occurs to me now that we've spent ten years on the ice, and we’ve never once been alone like this. There have always been buffers – crowds, team members, noise, motion. Now there’s nothing between us but heat and whatever this pressure is that's started to coil dark and strong in my gut. His eyes move over me slowly. Not scanning, not judging. Taking me apart.

I put down my book and looked at him. "The baby isn't mine," he said, walking toward me, his tone certain. "It has to be her ex's. She just broke her bond with her previous mate, right? The timing fits perfectly." He said it so casually, as if it were a minor inconvenience. "So?" I asked calmly. "So, you don't need to worry." He sat beside me, trying to pull me into a hug. "There's nothing wrong between us. You're overthinking this." Overthinking?

I leaned my head back slightly, closing my eyes for just a second, letting everything settle, every word, every crack, every inconsistency. Then I opened them again. And smiled. “Now,” I said quietly, “we stop listening… and start breaking things.”

The thing about sharing ice with a hockey team is that it requires a level of diplomatic patience I was not issued at birth. I have tried to explain this to Bria, my roommate, who is a swimmer and therefore operates in her own lane literally and has never once had to negotiate rink time with seventeen men who treat every surface they occupy as something they conquered rather than borrowed. Bria's response was to make tea and say "that sounds really hard" in the voice she uses when she's listening but also reading something on her phone.

I said smiling We begged the man in charge and he turns out to be a sweet young man,he understood us and sold the ice cream for us after so many curse from the customers but I don't care in as far as I've gotten my yummy ice cream We walk to were we kept our babies but what I saw made my step slowly turned resolutely. I shut my eyes and re-open it just to be sure but it still the same,I can't find my baby "Where's my baby?!" I asked dropping the ice cream on the floor even though I'm in love with ice cream my child is more important to me

said Miss Close. "The Cold War rivalry between the United States and the Soviet Union lasted for decades ." Jenna's voice quivered as soon as she began speaking. "And... And resulted in anti-communist suspicions and international incidents that led the two superpowers to the brink of nuclear disaster..." She continued, clearing her throat. After a while, when she reached the end of her presentation, she realised it wasn't that scary after all. Yes, she was practically shaking but no one made fun of her. She realised that they all had to do a presentation at the end of the day. They must've felt just as intimidated! "Well done Jenna!" Miss Close admired as everyone in the class applauded.

"We make things complicated for ourselves. Our mind makes us believe that its untangling things but in reality it's just twisting everything up. Just listen to your heart, it makes things a lot simpler." He paid for both of our ice-creams and we made our way to an empty booth in the corner. He gave me a playful wink. "This is on me. I owe you for taking you to that illegal street race." Someone turned on the jukebox and Linkin Park's 'Numb' started playing. "Oh my God I love this song." I gushed excitedly. "Have you heard it-" I started but my words died in my throat when I realized what I'd done.