Romance Ice Skating Movies Novels & Stories

As soon as Hollis was sure Whitney had a good grip, she slowly stood up. "Hold on tight." The taller woman instructed softly as she trudged through the snow. Whitney rested her head against Hollis' neck, feeling fuzzy warmth spread all the way to her toes as she took in the woodsy Calvin Klein scent. Even from being up this high, she felt safe and enjoyed the ride all the way to the ice skate rental stand. Ten minutes later, the lovers were just finishing up with the laces of their ice skates when "Feliz Navidad" by José Feliciano came blaring from the speakers, causing Hollis' head to whip up at the familiarity of it.

Imogen I sit down on the large sofa and select the movie, to be honest even though he is going to be near me, I do like the idea of watching a Hallmark romance and if it involves anything to do with the ice, then it’s definitely my kind of thing. Having been brought up around the ice being Atlas’s kid sister, it is in my blood. I love it. I had skates on from an early age too, and was ice skating when I was a kid of about five years of age.

, Amara said quickly, then looked out the plastic window at the kids ice skating with an unreadable expression. Thirty minutes later, Celine and Amara were hanging on the edge of the ice rink on wobbly ankles. Amara looked very teenage chic in her matching Chanel hat and mittens. Except she didn’t look happy. “I thought you knew how to ice skate.”, Amara said. She looked around, probably for the nearest exit so she could escape. “I thought you did.”, Celine said, trying to hide the fact that she was freezing cold and was about to fall on her butt again.

“What? No!” She laughed brightly. “Relax, I’m kidding. Kind of.” Her grin tilted sly. “Or maybe it’s because Collins is always around. Hmmm? Do I need to prepare a maid of honor speech?” Heat burned my cheeks. “There’s no news. He’s just helping me skate.” “Helping you skate,” she repeated like a therapist humoring a bad liar. “And what, you just accidentally hold hands sometimes for balance? So romantic.” “We don’t,” I began, then faltered, because we had, at least a little. The truth caught in my throat, so I forced it out, “He’s just a friend.”

I had never voluntarily attended a hockey game in my life, and now here I was. The team came out for warm-up and the noise level jumped and I scanned the ice automatically, found him without meaning to. Number seven, captain's C on his chest, moving like the ice was his natural state, which apparently it was. He skated with a different quality than the others, not faster necessarily, just more certain. Like he and the ice had an agreement. My wolf sat up. Stop it, I told her. She sat up further. I looked away and scanned the stands. Three rows back, slightly right and Skylar was there, in a red dress, Hayden Crosswell beside her, her eyes already moving across the rink with that particular p

"What my mate says is true, but we're still pretty excited." "I'll be out in a moment with some of our finest for the two of you." The night just seemed to get better from there. After their dinner, Jasmine drags Alex to the ice arena, where the two of them could hardly stay on their feet for the first five minutes. Eventually, Jasmine got past the awkward skating stage and had to help her boyfriend out to keep her from breaking a leg. Her limbs were so long that she was rather clumsy. It ended with much-needed sex. Neither of them could have been happier.

She laughed, calling for Morozko. Morozko skated towards her, elegant in his precision. His skates were like blades against the ice. He caught Anya's offered hand and pulled her along with his momentum. Moving in tandem, they navigated past other skaters, entering a clearing. Morozko led Anya into a turn: she spun like a dancer, hands tucked at her waist. Morozko caught her, and they continued an intricate interplay, weaving a story with their moves.

I said. He laughed. “Do you know how many times we as players fall on our ass? I’m sure you’ve seen it plenty of times in just one game alone.” He had a point. “But that’s because you guys are going fast and just chasing a puck. I’m sure a figure skater wouldn’t be falling on their ass during their performance.” Ace shrugged and bobbed his head from side to side. “I guess you’re right there.” We took off our skates and he held mine for me.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Jax canines showed, his eyes went full mauve and into the mic, his voice claimed; “Mine.” The arena lost its mind the rink viberated under a thousand feet but I lost my breath. Shock had brewed up as tears in my eyes. It was a nightmare I believe... maybe a promo for something, I accepted, sniffing. "Finally! The couple we shipped together" one of the players affirms skating around and chanting their mantra. "Oh yes, the hot Captain and his mate, it would make the headlines thrilling" A mic was suddenly in my face like it was targeting me. My eyes hovered around the reporter whose eyes were wide and thrilled.