Sixty Shades Of Ice
The fabric was cold against my skin, grounding.
“Don’t break anything,” he called after me.
“No promises.”
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The rink was empty.
Just how I liked it.
Cold air hit my lungs the second I stepped in, sharp and clean, cutting through everything still buzzing under my skin. The lights reflected off the ice.
Perfect.
I didn’t bother with much, just laced up, stepped on, and pushed off.
Roughly I moved through the ice, gripping madly on my hockey stick.
Him.
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