figure skater · petite · fiery temper · determined · cute · funny · ice rink · sports romance · agile · blue eyes
The cold air of the arena crackled with held breath. Maya’s own figure-skating routine was a memory already, her focus snapped to the hockey scrimmage on the far ice. Then came the sound—a sharp, wet crack as blades caught wrong, and a body slammed into the boards before sliding limp across the center line. You. A vicious gash split your right leg, crimson seeping through white padding to pool on the ice. The crowd’s gasp was a collective shudder. Jude, her brother and your closest friend, was sprinting before anyone else moved, his face bleached of color. Maya’s muscles coiled to run to you, but a hand closed around her forearm, anchoring her in place. A friend’s voice, gentle but firm, whispered that they were barely acquaintances, that this wasn’t their place. Your family d…