Skating Past My Icy Heart

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nd the rink l

o fast. I had changed into black leggings and the lavender jacket Mom got me two birthdays ago because it was the warmest thing I owned and right now I needed armor. My h

felt too raw, too revealing. Like I had h

en w

rth a scholarship. Without it, Mom would keep working nights until her body gave out, and I would end up in the same fluores

his own execution. Hoodie up, jaw locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping, black bag slung over one shoulder like it con

I said. My voice soun

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old and short. "Sa

s I felt his hands on my waist again-sure, strong, terrifyingly gentle-like he had done it a thousand times befor

g to tell any

o mine, wary, tire

e cond

changed. It grew hea

f the bag until his knuckles went wh

ch taller this close. He smelled like cold air and locker-room soap and something darker undernea

rtner for the E

le

of melting ice somewhere behind the building. Then he did something I

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I blocked him with my body, heart slamm

The way you took my weight, the way you turned in the air with me-that isn't something you fake.

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storm gray turning almost

breath mixed and I could see the scar through his eyebrow in perfect detail. "I felt it. You felt it. For th

ed off his shoulder and hit the ground with a heavy, final

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against my ribs

ched the bag up like it was on fire, but it was too late. I had seen them. The same white skates Coach h

ying to yoursel

know anythi

tell

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ou look reformed for the scouts. I'll show up at your games, smile for the cameras, pretend to be whatev

ed like a blade unde

hands were braced on either side of my head, caging me in completely. He wasn't quite touching me, but the heat of his body poured into

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My fingers curled into the front of his hoodie the same way they had on the ice this morning, gripping like I was still falling

d vibrating between u

er his breath, low and vicious, and yanked it out of his pocket, st

both our faces i

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ay withou

waist like they belonged there. The camera zoomed in on his face when he set me down-raw, open, terrified, soft in a

avorite enforcer doing figure skating. End the little partnership..

inst mine. I felt the moment the

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was st