CHAPTER 2
The rink was empty. Just the hum of the lights and the faint echo of our footsteps.
Cole dropped his gear bag by the bench and tossed me his jacket. “Put it on. It’s freezing in here.”
I slipped it over my shoulders. It smelled like him—sweat, soap, ice. My chest tightened.
He skated out onto the ice, just in sweats and a hoodie, moving smooth and fast. Like the ice belonged to him. Watching him was dangerous. Too easy to forget he was mine now.
He skated back, leaned against the barrier, eyes locked on me. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
I blinked. “What did I do?”
“That little dress at the party. The way you wouldn’t stop teasing me.” His grin was sharp, but his voice was low, darker. “You think I don’t notice the way you look at me?”
My mouth went dry. “Cole—
