Breaking The Ice Between Us Novels & Stories

“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.

Her words cut me deeper than the beast's claws. "Evelyn, I know you're still angry with me, but—" "Angry?" She laughed, a cold, bitter sound. "Austen, you give yourself way too much credit." She helped her other team members up, her voice frighteningly calm. "I came here to save my child, not to see you. Our mate bond is broken. We have nothing to do with each other." She walked over to the field of silver flowers and carefully began to harvest the Holy Light Grass.

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

Live like nothing is going to break us, break him and our spirt. It’s about time we realize that our life is full of challenges, and it won’t stop hurting until we let turn numb to it, or used to it. “Just stay with me.” hang on, hold on a little longer and I’ll give you my world, a rather happy one. A one with smiles and giggles in it. He grew closer, his eyes looking for something in mine and when he saw it, maybe surety, maybe the light he always looked for, he slept next to me.

“I’ll try my best not to let it hurt, and if it does, I promise I’ll make you feel better right after, okay?” As I gripped on to his biceps and his hand steadied me by my waist, I began to think we weren’t talking about ice skating anymore. My heart started to beat much faster and if I wanted to keep sane aka not end up kissing him and regretting it right after, I needed to bring this conversation back to our original purpose here. “Okay, Ice King.” I took a deep breath. “I’m ready to fall.” Present

"Next up is Daniel and his group." Miss Close announced. Everyone had to do a presentation on Cold War. Unlike Daniel, Jenna worked independently even though she was supposed to be in his group but later she found out that working independently gave more marks. She idiotically left them last minute and rushed all the work for her presentation. She felt so dumb for not choosing to be in a group after seeing that everyone was in a group, except for her.

"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.