She/her

Just your average 20 something your old who uses writing to escape her daily life. Happy to be at your service!

Currently writing "Cold As Ice". Please be as kind to my books as I am to you <3
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"I  slow down a little, looking around to see if Genevieve is back already. But then something large and fast hits me from the back, causing me to fall forward on the ice. As I try to catch myself, my wrist doubles on the floor. 

"Watch where you're skating!" I hear a voice boom over me in a British accent. 

This gets my blood to a boiling point. What do you mean watch where you're skating? He skated into me! 

I grab my painful wrist, turning around only to be met by a pair of pitch-black hockey skates. As I look up, it doesn't get better, a dark green ice hockey jersey with the number "19" and the name "StClaire" on it. It makes me want to run for the hills. But then I look up further and see his face...

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I'm startled when I turn around and he's centimeters away from me. His breath hot and minty on my cold cheeks. "The offer still stands you know" He smirks.  

"What-" I can feel the heat radiating from him as he towers over me. I shake off whatever just came over me and look up at him. "What offer?" I question.  

My phone buzzes in my hands, Lucas is probably up and asking where I am.  

"If you need skating lessons I could give you my number" His finger taps on my phone, causing me to look down. His hands are covered in rings, a small scar on his left hand.   

I bet his hands are warm  

"I don't need your help Hockey Boy" I sneer, turning around and putting my skates in my bag. I sling it over my shoulder and without looking around I walk away as fast as I can.  

"Promise it won't hurt Ice Queen" He repeats his words from two weeks ago.  

But what if it does