Page 57 of On Thin Ice


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The air crackled between us like a live wire, sparking and snapping. Threatening to set us alight.

What was it about this girl that affected me so much?

I refused to go there.

With her.

With anyone.

I liked my life without any added extra complications. And this girl had major fucking complications written all over her.

Where the fuck did that come from?

Get out of here. Just walk away and be done with her.

“Mas—”

“I need to go,” I cut her off before she could bewitch me anymore.

Because that was the only explanation for my weird fixation on her. Those pouty lips and big blue eyes. Eyes I wanted to tumble headfirst into, lips I wanted to be wrapped around my aching—

No.

Fuck. No.

I hurried out of the coffee shop with my stomach in knots. Harper Dixon wasn’t the girl for me. Even if she was, it would never work. I had the team. I had class. And Mom and Scottie. I had responsibilities.

Jesus.

I blamed Noah for this.

He was so fucking gone for Aurora, and I’d caught it like a fucking rash or a sneeze. He’d infected me, and now my subconscious was all mixed up.

I didn’t need a girl.

I didn’t.

And I sure as fuck didn’t need a girl like Harper Dixon.

* * *

“You’re quiet,” Noah said as we changed in the visiting team’s locker room.

The game was a sellout, the Huskies fans eager to come out and support their team.

Too bad we planned on winning.

“I’m fine.” I pulled on my shoulder pads and then yanked my jersey over the top.

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain coach’s daughter, would it?”

My head snapped up, and Noah smirked. “Say that a little louder, why don’t you.”

“Relax, Coach D didn’t hear me.” His smirk only grew. Asshole. “He’s too busy kissing Coach Tucker’s ass.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Coach Dixon had been in fine form since we piled onto the bus and left for Houghton, following Coach Tucker around like a little lap dog.

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