Iced Out By Ce Ricci Online

When Oakley finally leaned in, the kiss was a collision. It was messy, desperate, and tasted like salt and cold air. In that moment, the ice under their feet didn’t feel like a battlefield anymore. It felt like the only solid thing in a world that was suddenly shifting beneath them.

But the tension between them wasn't just about the scoreboard. It was a physical pull, a magnetic charge that sparked every time they breathed the same frozen air. Iced Out by CE Ricci

They were teammates by name and enemies by nature. Every practice was a battle of wills, a collision of shoulders against the boards that felt a little too personal. Quinton hated the way Oakley smirked after a goal, and Oakley hated the way Quinton played like he had everything to lose. When Oakley finally leaned in, the kiss was a collision

"I think you're a distraction," Quinton shot back, his voice raw. It felt like the only solid thing in