روايات وقصص ضمن Romance Ice Skating Movies

“Did you take your late wife on dates like this?” As soon as her question left her lips, she pinched her lips together and her face glowed red. I could tell she was regretting her question, and I didn’t want her to feel weird about talking about these kinds of things. I already made a promise that I was going to stand by Tessa for the rest of her short lifespan, which meant she should know about these kinds of things. I didn’t have anything to hide from her. “Ice skating rinks weren’t a thing when I was married,” I told her. “At least not really. There was ice skating, but it wasn’t as romantic, and it was a lot more dangerous. So, no we didn’t really do it.”

“It’s a history tour, so we could do it another time. It’s no big deal.” Denise leveled me with a look that made me feel like she might shoot me in the ass with an arrow herself if Cupid didn’t get the job done. “Whatever. Don’t be a hopeless romantic who believes in happily ever after’s just this one time. I was planning on taking Annie out anyway. There’s an ice skating rink with our names on it open in the park that night.” “Are you sure?” I didn’t want to take advantage of Denise, but she waved me away as confidently and wholeheartedly as always.

she smiled while saying it but deep in her heart she wanted to slap Kristi's face. "I'm sorry if I disturbed your date," she added. She looks at Kristi who's looking at her emotionless. She immediately swallowed. She feels Kristi was reading her. "I'll go for now," she said and hugged Benjamin and let Kristi witness how she kissed him on his lips. Kristi feels disgusted after she sees it. She feels enraged and wants to push Catriona. Benjamin was shocked by what Catriona did. He quickly looks at Miss Ice and he sees how disgusted her face looks.

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.

He stumbled back a step. “Hey, Eli. Look at me,” Elara said firmly, skating closer. “We are doing this to prove to everyone that my favorite queer on the ice isn’t backing down. Alright? Now give me that lively Eli with the step.” She hit play. The familiar dramatic notes of his short program filled the quiet arena. Elias pushed off.

I whispered, leaning my head against his chest as we glided slowly around the rink. "Just this," Niklaus agreed. He stopped skating and turned me to face him. The white lights of the rink reflected in his dark eyes, making them look like stars. "I spent so long chasing power, Kesley. But standing here with you, I realize I’ve already won everything I ever wanted." He leaned down and kissed me, a slow, sweet kiss that tasted like hot chocolate. Around us, the world kept moving, but on that ice, time stood still.

Just the two of them gliding across the frozen lake as the sun dipped lower, turning the sky into streaks of pink and gold. Jax took off backward first, that effortless grace on full display, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Come on, star center,” he called, voice carrying across the ice. “Show me what you’ve got.” Ryder grinned and gave chase, blades cutting clean, sharp lines. Jax was fast, but Ryder caught up quickly, shoulder-checking him lightly as they skated side by side. Jax laughed low and reached out, grabbing Ryder’s hand to spin him once before pulling him close. “Look at you,” he murmured, arm sliding around Ryder’s waist as they glided together. “All mine tonight.”

Whatever she saw, it must’ve been enough, because her shoulders finally eased. “You’re impossible,” she said again, voice gentler this time. “You are so impossible, Ryans Maddox.” “Yeah,” I whispered, “I am impossible but I’m also yours.” The music faded out, replaced by the low hum of the rink’s air system. The projector flickered one last time, displaying the final image I’d programmed which was a simple line of text glowing on the ice beneath us. “For every fall, there’s someone willing to skate beside you again.”

I crashed backward into the lockers with a deafening bang, pain shooting through my spine as the metal dug in. The crowd erupted, phones started flying up, people shouting and recording. Natalie stormed in and raised her arm, clearly wanting to slap me back and I'm ready for that. "An eye for an eye, a slap for a slap." But when her hand was about to land on me, another hand caught her wrist. "Hands off, Blondie!" Asher's deep voice boomed through the chaos like a command on the ice. The star winger of the hockey team pushed through the crowd with powerful strides, his broad shoulders cutting through the sea of phones and staring faces.

They reach the park where every weekend during the winter they have ice skating on the large pond in the middle of the park. At the rink he buys their tickets and rental skates, along with a small bouquet of three roses from a park vendor. One rose is pink, one white and one red. They settle down on a park bench at the far end of the large rink away from everyone to put their skates on. The three roses are hidden behind his back. When she sits down he presents them on bended knee with a flourish that causes her to giggle.