Breaking The Ice Between Us Novels & Stories

When we got back to Ben's house he was awake this time making breakfast. "Dear cheddar!" He yelled as we startled him. "Sorry" I apologized. "Didn't mean to frighten you." "No worries. Just not use to anyone being able to do that around me." He explained and I nodded my head. We tested out our abilities again and (as they say) third time's the charm. We were able to use them to their full extent at the right speed. No lag here. We thanked Ben again, denied his offer for breakfast and headed back to the base.

I walked her backward, my movements desperate until her spine hit the heavy oak of the bedroom door. “You want to see what happens when the ice finally breaks?” I hissed against her neck, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin right above her pulse point. Tatiana let out a soft, broken moan, her hands coming up to grip my back. Her fingers dug into the fabric of my dress desperately. “Break it,” she pleaded, her voice trembling. “Break it all down.”

Every movement I made was observed. Now, I started to become uncomfortable, started to break under that formidable stare. But I refuse to give any indication that I was tense, that I was the same shy girl he’d met four years ago. To break the ice, I pushed my glass toward him. He lifted the glass, shook the ice, and then took a drink. He set it down and slid it back toward me. “Piss.” “Better than what you’re drinking.” “I’m not drinking anything.” I held up my glass. “Exactly.” I took another drink and watched Esme get lost in her conversation with her new friend. She didn’t seem to notice that I’d disappeared. She was probably so smitten with the guy that everything else ceased to matter.

“It’s just for seniors and the team. There'll be a big fire, music, food, drinks, everyone hanging out before the championship game. It’ll be fun, trust me and P.S, I'm not drinking until after the game so I'll be your sober getaway driver” I wrinkled my nose. “I don’t know about that…” I wasn’t exactly in the mood to stand around pretending I belonged in a group that had never so much as glanced my way. “Come on.” He bumped my shoulder lightly with his. “It’ll be good for you. You can loosen up, meet people, maybe even enjoy yourself for once.” Then, with a smirk, “And you do owe me one. Remember?” I groaned. He wasn’t going to let this go.

Ever. I pointed to the rest of the stuff, and he started moving it all, quiet and strong. The room felt smaller with him in it, but not in a bad way. Still, my mind wouldn’t stop. What if this was a trick? What if he got tired of me and left? The tension in my chest made it hard to breathe. After a few minutes, he broke the silence. “So, you like hockey at all? Or is it just something you clean up after?”

Tobi left hurriedly promising to be back in a few minutes. I helped myself with another glass of wine, sipping decently, I wanted to remember this night for the rest of my life. "Longtime no see princess" a cold yet familiar voice said behind me. I suddenly felt cold as my glass shattered on the floor, no one heard or saw me since Tobi and I had escaped to a quiet corner where we could freely make out. All colors drained from my face as I turned to face the person, tonight is not going to end well.

This guy possibly was aware of my fatigue, that's why to bully me he's doing this! " Can I play the radio? " I questioned him as we crossed and drove out of the city. Without opening his eyes he nods his head making me play the radio. My system drowned in guilt and shame as the song played' Breaking me '. On the other hand, he crossed his hands and turned his body a little towards me before looking at me with a clenched jaw.

Something clicked. The ice beneath us stopped feeling like a battlefield and more like a stage, ours alone. Cole’s voice broke through. “Yes. That’s it. Again. Faster this time.” We obeyed. Step, glide, turn. The rhythm built like a heartbeat, shared, steady, alive. The world outside that cold sheet of ice disappeared. For once, I didn’t feel like I was dragging this partnership by sheer will. We were… together. In motion. Breathing, trusting, even if just for a moment.

"Do I need to remind you what you signed yesterday?" I said, crossing my arms. Victor's face went pale. ... I waved a hand, and security escorted him out. Since being ousted, Victor and Edith tried every way to reach me. "I've got a deal that needs your connections. For our years together, help me." "The school assigned homework. Come back and help me. I'll overlook your rule breaking." Fed up, I changed my number. At a birthday banquet, I saw them again. Victor, once polished, looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes. Edith's princess-like pride was gone.

Something familiar. "Careful. Steps here." He guided me. Patient. Protective. Door opening. Warmer inside. Echo. Large space. Then music. Soft. Playing from somewhere. "Okay. Ready?" "Yes." Jake untied blindfold. Slipped it off. Took a moment for eyes to adjust. Then I saw. The ice rink. Where we first met eight years ago. But transformed. Decorated beautifully. White lights everywhere. Photos displayed. Our journey. From college to now.