Kiss her on thin Ice
he breathes, and I hate that his voice this close, this low, does something to my pulse that has nothing to do with fear.
We crouch there in the dark, his chest against my back, his hand still resting at my hip like he's forgotten to remove it, or maybe he hasn't forgotten at all. I can feel every breath he takes. I try very hard not to think about that.
The door creaks open. Light spills across the floor below us.
“Hello?” A voice.... Coach Ellery, from the sound of it. Footsteps echo across the rink floor, unhurried, searching. “Anyone in here? I thought I heard something.”