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I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.

But that was just me thinking low of myself. Down on the ice, Alpha Williams didn't care about the crowd or the elders. He looked up at the VIP box, his face covered in sweat, his eyes wild with victory. He saw me. He liked the way I cheered him up so passionately. Without even waiting for the trophy presentation, he skated hard toward the exit, tore off his heavy gloves, and rushed straight up the stairs into my section. Before I could even stand up properly, his large hands gripped my waist. He lifted me right up into the air, spinning me around as if I weighed nothing.

*** ••OLIVER’S POV•• The cold air in the arena usually helped me think clearly. Today it felt like it was making me even angrier. I was standing by the plexiglass, my skates making cuts in the ice as I watched the new guy practice. Zayn Winchester. He moved fast and smooth like he was gliding on the ice. His silver hair was a blur as he moved on the white ice. He was the Prince of the Silver Wolves, the team that our team, the Flaming Wolves always tried to beat but failed at.

Not with Nora’s car probably pulling into her driveway right now, her mind racing the same circles as mine. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but the rink dreams came anyway, empty ice, two sets of skates carving parallel lines that kept drifting apart no matter how hard I pushed to close the gap.

"I’d rather have a secret with you than a perfect life with anyone else. I love you too, very much." Jax smiled, a small, genuine smile that reached his eyes. "You're becoming a romantic, Simpson. It’s a bad look for a captain." "Shut up," I muttered, pulling him back down for another kiss. We spent the rest of the night talking. Jax told me about the rink back home where he learned to skate. It was a frozen pond that his dad had to clear with a shovel every morning. I told him about the first time I held a hockey stick and how I used to sleep with my skates on when I was six.

No. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You did not let me finish." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "The answer is still no." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I sit on the edge of her bed and look at her directly, which she hates, because Silver Preston is deeply uncomfortable with being looked at by anyone who is not judging her on technical merit. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "You limp every morning," I say. "You have not been to the rink since you snuck into Ingalls three weeks ago. You deflect every time anyone mentions skating with the specific energy of someone who is terrified of the answer they might get."

Summer Standing on the sidelines of a crowded ballroom while the boy you're pretending to date dances with his beautiful ex-girlfriend is a special kind of hell. I stood by the ice sculpture display, an untouched glass of champagne in my hand, watching Jaxson and Vanessa move across the floor. The cameras were right on them, tracking every shift of Vanessa's emerald dress as she leaned in entirely too close, her lips moving near his ear. Jaxson looked like a statue—his face completely expressionless, his body rigid as he executed the bare minimum movements required to finish the song.

” My mom concluded staring at me and then I understood what my father just said few seconds ago, we took our positions as I prayed for my ass not to be spanked as we played the game. The first shot my mom fired I knew it was over because the way she fired it you would know she fired it with so much. determination I couldn't stand the chance maybe it should feel more like dancing with ice, the way I dance tonight my mind suddenly travelled to desire and I couldn't help but think about the Way We Danced I never really learned ice skating I just sort of started practising with Raphael and other random kids when we were young I really did not put my heart to learn it but look I got to Ice Dance

He brushed my hair back from my face, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips with infinite gentleness. “You undo me,” he murmured, stroking my back. “Every time. You make me feel… whole.” I nestled closer, tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “Good. Because you do the same for me.” Later, as we lounged in the cool villa, Nikolai’s eyes lit up with excitement. “There’s a private skating rink set up near the main villa complex—roller skating under the stars tonight. Would you like to go? I thought it might be fun. Something new together.”

He even took me to a minikin ice cream date. Right now we sat outside an ice skating rink which he rented for the day just for us, and I decided to ruin his plan by inviting Liliana, Matt, Beth and Lea which he wasn't much pleased about. Therefore he sat there with a grouchy face while I enjoyed the fanciful skating session of the charming couples. Beth and Lea just skated around, hand in hand while holding Ana's hand, Matt spun her around like a pro. Then holding her from behind he lifted her and spun himself, Ana doing a perfect landing at the end with his support.