ASHLEY’S POV
The cold in the rink hit me the moment I stepped inside. My breath puffed out in small clouds as I walked in.
And then I saw him.
Lucas.
He was out there on the ice, gliding like he was born to it. Every move he made was powerful. Every turn was perfect. His body moved with effortless control, the kind I could only dream of. He wasn’t just skating. He was commanding the ice.
I froze. My heart stopped. For a moment, the rink disappeared: the noise, the conversations, the slamming of sticks.... it all faded. There was only him.
And then… his eyes met mine.
My lungs tightened. His gaze wasn’t soft. His eyes were cold as usual. I felt pinned under it. The electricity I felt was so sudden, so sharp, it sent a shiver through me.
“Miss Evans?”
The coach’s voice snapped me o
