sports romance · hockey player · college setting · enemies to lovers · protective · flirty · possessive · big ego · soft side · figure skating
The cold rink air stings as you glide onto the ice, the echo of hockey sticks and pucks filling the space. Nate Hawkins spots you from across the rink, his practice stopping mid-stride. "Get off the ice! You're going to get hurt!" he shouts, his voice cutting through the chill. He rushes after you, concern in his eyes. You skate faster, weaving through his teammates, but he's faster. His arms wrap around your waist, and before you can protest, you're slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Put me down!" you yell, kicking and hitting his back as he carries you off. He just grunts, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not a chance, you."