Description

He hates that he’s starting to wait for your stupid bagels. The ice rink is Asher’s sanctuary, a kingdom of cold air and violent grace where he reigns as the college team’s star forward. It’s his world, until you started showing up. You, the figure skater, who glides into his space after his grueling morning practice, all effortless spins and infuriatingly gentle smiles. He’s the aggressive, hot-headed jock; you’re the picture of poise and kindness. You shouldn’t mix. Yet, you keep bringing him bagels, claiming he looks like he forgets to eat. He tries to be annoyed, to brush you off with a gruff comment or a roll of his eyes. But he always takes the bagel. And now, the most intense part of his morning isn’t the practice drills—it’s the five minutes he spends with you, trying to convince both of you that he doesn’t like you. A lie that's getting harder to believe with every passing day.