Novelas y relatos de Romance Ice Skating Movies

"Thank you so much!" Stephen couldn't help but smile at her exuberance, his heart swelling with affection. He had orchestrated this surprise, hoping to see the sheer joy on her face. And as he watched her, he knew that he had succeeded beyond measure. Stephen's heart brimmed with joy as he witnessed Anna's excitement. He couldn't wait to embark on this enchanting ice skating adventure with her. "Let's gear up," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. "It's time for some ice skating magic."

I ask. She grins. “You owe me a walk in the park.” I nod. “That I do.” It’s a crisp, chilly day, and so we walk arm in arm, bundled up in our coats. The snow on the ground only adds to the ambiance. We make our way to the hot chocolate stand and each down a cup before deciding to go ice skating. “I’m not the most coordinated on the ice, you know,” she says. “You’re dating three hockey players and you’re going to tell me you can’t skate?” I tease her.

Sebastian stepped onto the ice, Julian hesitated briefly, then followed. They skated slowly, holding each other, their blades scratching the frozen surface. The sun rose higher, Sebastian and Julian skated on, two old men, two champions, two souls who had found each other against all odds. The lake had frozen over countless times. The stars had watched over countless nights. But none of them had seen a love like. Sebastian and Julian held on to each other, the way they had for fifty years. The way they would for fifty more to come... Love lives here.

"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.

The Tigers in orange and white. I spotted Hunter immediately. Number 18. Skating beside Cole. And that's when my heart stopped. Because standing at the edge of the rink, just outside the player entrance, was Cole. With a woman. Blonde hair. Red lips. Hands on his chest. Sophia. They were kissing. Passionately. Like they were the only two people in the building. I forced myself to look away. Back to the ice. Back to the game. Looking for one person.

My chest tightened at the sight of her, safe and smiling like nothing in the world could touch her. “Mama!” she said, reaching for me. I took her from him and held her close for a moment. She was the only person who could calm my racing heart. “Hey, baby,” I murmured. “We got ice cream,” she exclaimed excitedly. “And I didn’t spill it this time.” “That’s good,” I answered, forcing a small smile. Rosa appeared from the hallway. “Come, Millie. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Millie nodded and slid out of my arms, taking Rosa’s hand and heading upstairs without any fuss.

She stood at the edge, her scarf pulled tight against the chill, her sketchpad still tucked under her arm. The rink stretched out before her, its surface gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. Knox was already there, gliding across the ice with an ease that bordered on arrogance. His movements were precise, each stride powerful and controlled like a pro, his stick flicking a puck with a sharp crack that echoed through the empty arena. His dark hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his navy jacket hugged his broad shoulders as he moved.

“I mean… it’s fine. I already laced up my skates, go sit down and watch.” He nodded slowly. “Okay.” I stepped onto the ice. The cold bit instantly. My body relaxed into it, muscles remembering what my brain was busy avoiding. I pushed off, skating a wide lap, then another. Faster this time. Harder. I didn’t look back as I started the song for the team routine. The memory hit halfway through my third spin. Not all at once. Just a fragment. A flushed grin. A laugh too close to my ear. Asher’s hands holding onto me, not clumsily.

“We’ll sell them a romance they can’t forget.” My jaw nearly dropped. I stared at her, trying to process if she was serious, or if we’d accidentally wandered into an audition for some over-the-top telenovela. “We’re not starring in a soap opera,” I said flatly, unable to stop the sharp edge in my voice. Anthony coughed awkwardly into his fist, but it sounded suspiciously like he was covering up a laugh. “Yeah, that’s… not exactly what skating’s about,” he said, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

Soon after, they were back on the road, and Norman dropped him off at the rink before speeding away. ——————————————— The cold blast of air inside the rink wrapped around Atlan as he laced up his skates and stepped onto the ice. The familiar squeak and slice of blades cut into the stillness, and the smell of the rink, the faint metallic tang of ice and sweat hit him hard. This was home. Bryan, the team captain, was already out there, barking instructions as he skated backward. “Alright, boys, line drills! Move like your life depends on it!”