Novel & Cerita Ice Skating Books Romance

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I mean, it had clearly piqued her interest before, but I was never going to let them happen. A small, satisfied smirk played on my lips as I skated off the ice. *** I glanced around my room, the books stacked, the lighting dimmed just right, soft background music playing. What the hell am I even doing? She was coming over to tutor me in art history, not for a romantic dinner date. I ran a hand through my damp hair, messing it up to look effortlessly undone. Knock. Knock. I opened the door, a warm smile spreading across my face before I could even stop it.

Roselle's POV I sat in the library that Thursday night with a textbook open in front of me, three chapters behind on reading I actually needed to finish, and instead spent the better part of an hour staring at the same page while my mind kept circling back to the overlook, to the way his voice had gone rough saying he didn’t know if he trusted me, and then the way it had gone even rougher admitting that he was scared I’d leave.

~HUNTER’S POV~ The room has a faint but clear smell of her perfume. The bed is neatly made, and her books are lined up in straight rows. Christmas lights twinkle around photographs covering one entire wall—her life in snapshots, from gap-toothed baby to glowing young woman. And there, in the center of it all, is us. Our first date photo. She had insisted on ice skating instead of dinner at some stuffy restaurant, laughing as she staggered on the rink while I tried desperately not to fall.

Just us acting dumb on the ice, breathing heavy, grinning like idiots. My legs screamed louder as we kept going, but I didn’t care. Roland’s teasing turned softer, mixed with actual tips. “Loosen up more. Yeah, like that.” His hands found my hips again a couple times, guiding without the heavy pressure. Each touch made my heart race weird. I kept stealing glances at him—sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, that cocky smile that wasn’t so annoying anymore. The rink felt smaller, just us and the sound of our skates.

His presence was commanding, not loud, but enough that the rest of the team fell into line, Marcus with his easy grin, Greg cracking his neck like a prizefighter, Harry adjusting his gloves, Ben tapping his stick impatiently, and Mark already muttering something under his breath about rookies. “Warm-up laps,” Bryan barked. “Let’s move!” They shot off, blades carving into the ice in synchronized strides. Atlan pushed hard, testing his stamina against theirs. He could feel the eyes on him, measuring, judging. By the second lap, Marcus drifted beside him, smirking. “Relax, Wolfe. You skate like someone’s chasing you.” “Maybe they are,” Atlan shot back, picking up the pace. The whistle shrilled

“I’m a little out of practice.” “A little?” He smirks, lazily gliding toward me. Effortless. Like the ice bends for him. “You look like Bambi on roller skates.” Heat surges to my cheeks. “You’re supposed to be helping me.” “I am.” He flicks a puck in my direction. “Rule number one: stop whining.” The puck skitters across the ice. Instinct kicks in I catch it on my stick, handle it without thinking. For a second, it feels right. Then my balance falters, and I stumble.

Any man. To my astonishment, what I get with this prick is impact without chaos, collision with barely a reaction. He absorbs the hit cleanly, skates steady beneath him, body solid where it meets mine, and for a loaded second we’re pressed close and tight – my chest against his, my right arm against his muscled shoulder – and the contact sends a jolt through me that has nothing to do with aggression.

“I just don’t want you to learn, Tri. I know it sounds selfish, but once you learn, you won’t ride with me anymore, and you will ride on your own.” “I told you that the rink might crack and melt, I lied, and you know that, but you didn’t pry. You thought that you have a phobia. I’m the worse best friend you’ve ever had. I was afraid that someone might ask you out if he sees you ice skating. I like girls who know how to skate. Remember when we watched frozen? You like Emma while I like Elsa.” I glance down at her. I’ve never thought I’m capable of loving someone so much that I can't breathe without her.