Milani Bennett has never really looked for love - it always just seemed to find her. Never in a person, no, but in inanimate things like seashells buried hot summer sand or perfect tans along the shore. She didn't believe love could be found in just one thing, or just one person. That was until this summer when her bestfriends sister comes to visit. Shes cold, dry, the opposite of Milanis usual admirations. They click but what happens when fire and ice are forced to bond? What happens when summers already over? a wlw summer/hockey story. by ithinkiwasbornblue