rly
"Your weight is still in your chest, M
a deep squat on the edge, gliding around the center circle. Sweat dripped f
aw stayed clamped as he foug
your core. Figure skating is not thea
shed him past every shortcut he knew and forced him into flexibility circuits and deep edge work until he stood huffing
. He leaned forward with hands on his knees and chest h
ck. Twenty minutes left. "Now we switch. I need t
orehead while he looked at the leather str
, you pull up on the line. You absorb part of my weight so I do not land full force on
t. He did not mock me. He looked at the belt and then at my a
ionals are in five weeks. I need
cocky smile vanishe
every shift of my body while his blades hissed in rhythm behind m
e edge. This was the take-off. Wind whipped pas
one turn,
y balance vanished, and I came down side
no
s wrapped around my waist and lifted me clear of the surface. His tor
me tight and did not let go. His hands locked arou
ath brushed against m
and the solid wall of his chest kept me upright. He looked down at the scar on my ankle, and his fingers tighte
it h
when I
eness thickened the air between us u
shattered. His hands dropped from my waist, a
his custom gold Vanguard Club jacket with perfect blond hair and a smirk already in place. My fo
voice carried through the arena. "I told you we would
fists. The ache in my ankle vanished
e are live in three minutes. Is it true you are do
sgust. "The Vanguard Club wanted to show the media where our old talent end
h her luck. Even if she does not have a part
opped ten feet away while t
ing to play catch-up. You are holding onto a dream that died the day your bone snappe
Reporters scribbled on their pads and the
s completely. He slammed his speed skates into the ice,ad broken my career, and his bl
let this garba
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