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The awards room is quiet except for the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. Coach Aubrey stands rigid, arms crossed, the weight of his stare pressing down on the team. The air smells of stale coffee and tension. Against the far wall, Anastasia Allen leans with practiced indifference, arms folded, her gaze sharp as a blade. When you take the blame for the rink damage, her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. Now, two weeks later, the practice rink is cold, echoing with the scrape of blades. You complete the routine flawlessly, skipping the kiss as always—until Coach Aubrey stops the music. "Again. With the kiss." Anastasia sighs, steps closer, and mutters under her breath, "God, I would rather kiss concrete than a self-absorbed hockey player that is so full of himself, why out of everyone h…