Ice Skating Books Romance Novels & Stories

Confetti cannons fire again, silver and blue raining over them. Lucien and Adrian skate in circles behind them, yelling incoherently. Rylan rises to his feet. Lira barely has time to smile before he pulls her into him, laughter spilling between them. The team surrounds them, chanting. Students stamp their feet. Cameras flash without mercy. “The team scores again,” the commentator declares. Rylan rests his forehead briefly against hers, his breath warm despite the cold air. “You are impossible,” she murmurs. “And you say yes.” She glances down at the ring, then back at him.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

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“Isla, I swear, I’m losing my mind. We skated to Swan Lake today. He played the piano at first, then one of his staff took over, and suddenly he was behind me on the ice, arm around my waist, whispering ‘Don’t enjoy without me.’ I almost melted into a puddle right there.” She squealed and kicked her legs. “That’s so hot. Keep going.” “We did all the moves. Every single one. Lifts, spirals, drops. It was perfect. Like our bodies just… knew each other. And at the end…” I paused, cheeks burning. “I wanted to kiss him so bad. Like, grab his face and just… do it. I kept imagining what his lips would feel like, how he’d taste, how he’d pull me closer and deepen it until I couldn’t breathe.”

“I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him” “Then they’ll know”. She closed her books, kept them on the desk beside her bed and went to sleep.

I pushed off the boards, skating back out toward the center red line with long, aggressive strides. I dug my blades into the ice, forcing myself into a sprint, my breath coming in ragged, freezing plumes as I pushed through the throbbing ache in my left shoulder. I wanted to forget. I wanted to mentally erase the entire semester—the scripts, the cameras, the soft, betraying curve of her lips under the diner neon. I crossed the blue line, throwing my weight into a sharp, leaning turn. My skates cut deep into the surface, but as I balanced on the edge, a sudden, vivid memory flashed behind my eyelids with the force of a physical blow.

My thumb stroked her cheekbone, feeling the soft, velvet heat of her skin against my calloused palm. "And then you walked onto my ice," I corrected softly, my voice dropping into a low, fierce whisper that trembled with restraint. "You walked in here with your arrogant stride, your broken ribs, and that absurdly perfect edge-work, and you made me care again. For seventeen years, I was just managing spreadsheets and running drills. But watching you skate, Asya... you gave me back the only thing I thought I’d lost forever." "What’s that?" she whispered, leaning into my hand, her lips parting as her warm breath brushed against my thumb.

She nodded, “Yeah. A lot of the athletes live in this building, it’s close to the skating rink so it’s more of a convenience thing. They’re nuisances, I can promise you that.” I could already feel the color draining from my face, and I knew she saw it too—alas the grin on her face when she tried to ask, “About the athle— “No.” I cut her off again, already smelling her question from afar, “I’m not seeing anyone. No, I’m not interested in dating anyone. Yes, I’m just here to study. No, I’m not into college parties. Yes, again I’m just here to study. Finally….Yes, I hate athletes.”

“Careful. They say the Ice King doesn’t melt. Not for anyone.” Bella forced a smile, but her thoughts betrayed her. That morning, she had seen the flicker in his eyes. Just for a second. Enough to make her wonder what secrets Alexander Moreau was hiding behind that icy façade. Enough to make her wonder if she could be the one woman to thaw him.

“We’ll go together.” I grinned. “Do you know how to skate?” He raised an eyebrow. “What is it that a respectable mafia man cannot do?” I chuckled. “A lot of bravado without evidence.” “You do hurt me.” ---- Still, we set off. As soon as we stepped onto the rink, Roman glided as if he were born to skate. His poise made it look so easy. I hardly had a chance to tease him when, out of nowhere, he began skating backward towards me, arms extended. “Come on.”