I wake up to an empty bed, missing Rileyâs warmth already. My heart sinks for a second until I see a steaming mug of coffee on the nightstand with a cream-colored note next to it.
Thereâs a flutter in my sternum and I grab the note with sleepy fingers.
Youâve made me an addict. The happiest man alive. I canât wait to come home to you tonight. Have the best day.
âRi A mix of joy and fear floods me. My heart is completely his now, no question about it. But a pro hockey player andâ¦me? Deep down, I know this canât last forever. Heâs in his prime, ready to party, travel, and enjoy the single life. I canât cage him, but life with me would mean exactly that. I canât just transform his carefree bachelor lifestyle into something serious overnight.
We talked all night long.
He shared stories about his grandmother and his college years, and I told him about how I started skating, inspired by a Hungarian pro skater who gifted me her old skates.
Something changed between us that night.
When he asked if I truly hated him, I said no. I really donât.
Thereâs no denying it anymore.
I have feelings for him. Itâs too late now, and that night I decided that whatever happens, I want to have fun with him as long as it lasts. Stop the charade. Stop the lying. Yes, he has the power to hurt me, and I know he will. But Iâll enjoy it while it lasts. It can be a great memory. Something I once had. I had him. It has to be enough.
I make my way back to the studio, knowing that Grace is most likely still angry after Riley defended me. But I canât avoid her forever. Itâs time to face it head-on and be brave for once.
The dance studio is oddly quiet when I arrive.
I find Aiden slumped against the mirror, head hanging low, and my stomach lurches.
âHey, whatâs wrong?â I ask, dropping my bag.
Aiden looks up, eyes all red. I run to him. My breath hitches. Wordlessly, he holds out his phone. A video is paused on the screen. I press Play and watch as Aiden pulls a man in for a passionate kiss. The mystery man turns slightly, and I gasp.
âEthan? How the hell did you two even meet?â
âRileyâs party. We got to talking and justâ¦clicked.â A wry smile tugs at his lips.
My brain pounds with a thousand questions I donât have answers to, but Aiden must have sensed they all boiled down to one: Why? Why him? Ethanâs the grumpiest of all grumps Iâve ever met. And Iâve seen Riley in the morning. Thatâs no joke.
Aiden is pure sunshine. If he were an egg dish, heâd be sunny side up all the time. It just doesnât make sense.
Aiden lets out a light, amused laugh. âI know he comes across as uptight, but thereâs more to him. I like peeling back those grumpy layers.â
I shake my head in wonder. âWell, to each their own, butâ¦who leaked this? Itâs clearly a private moment.â
Aidenâs face hardens. âNo idea. We were so carefulâ¦â
Thereâs anger boiling up inside of me. I hate he has to be careful. In what world are we living? I thought we were better now, but itâs still so fucked up and I think the media world is like a tiny cut out of the worst of human beings. The amount of people who are willing to exploit others is crazy, and I honestly canât wait until this show ends. Grace on Ice is fucking toxic, and I hate that you have to look and be a certain way so that people will love you. I hate that you have to hide your love to seem worthy of the love of strangers.
Aidenâs eyes dip to my hands and I realize Iâve fisted them so hard my knuckles have turned white. Just then, Ethan storms into the room, his brow knitted together and his jaw tight. âWe have to find out whoâs responsible for this and why, immediately. I wonât let some pervert with a camera ruin everything for you.â
As Ethan walks in, Aidenâs face lights up with a smile that confirms everything for me. Ethan glances at me with his usual disapproval, but it quickly fades when he meets Aidenâs eyes. There is so much passion between them that I can feel it in my own skin. It disappoints me to think that people want to ruin the happiness of others. Why do we have to be so closed-minded? Love comes in all different forms, and we should focus on eliminating hate instead of trying to control and restrict the best aspect of being human.
âEthan, how did you even get in here?â I ask, totally taken aback. âYou canât just walk into the dance studio.â
Ethan scoffs. âIâve been an agent for years. I know a thing or two about getting where I want to go.â
Aidenâs phone buzzes and his face falls as he reads the message. âWell, my agent says the movie I was up for just dropped me from consideration. Apparently, Iâm too much of a âriskâ now.â
Ethanâs eyes flash with anger. âI know. Thatâs why I wanted to see you. Enough is enough. Weâre going to take control of this narrative.â He crouches down in front of Aiden, a strong hand resting on his kneecap. âIâm setting up an interview for you. Itâs time to share your truth, on your terms.â
âI donât know. What if this ruins everything for us?â He glances at me.
âThis shouldnât even be a question. Why does it matter who we love outside of the rink? Itâs about our skillset. It might seem romantic for two people to find each other on a TV show, but that was never the case for us, Aiden. Everyone knows I love Riley.â The air suddenly leaves my lungs, and I fear it wonât return. Loveâ¦I donât love himâ¦that word is way too strong. No.
Ethan clears his throat. âWhat sheâs trying to say is, people will support you. There might be ignorant comments about all figure skaters being gay and all that nonsense. We just ignore it, okay? There will always be haters because their lives lack any real substance besides spreading hate. We have to speak out on this. Tolerating it means it stays like this.â
I nod. âEthanâs right. The world needs more openness. Itâs time people understand that. Hiding and hurting helps no one. If you want to be true to yourself, letâs fight for it. You deserve justice.â
Aiden takes a shaky breath. âThereâs something else. My grandmaâ¦sheâs sick. Dad called me to tell me she might not make it until Monday.â
âYou should book a flight to see her ASAP. Take all the time you need. Weâll handle things here,â I say.
Aiden shakes his head. âYou know as well as I do, thereâs no taking time off. We have a show to run. We canât just take a day off.â
I grin, a mischievous idea forming. âIf only we had a skilled skater who loves being in the limelight and could step in for you for a week.â
Ethan and I exchange knowing glances. He joins my smirk.
âYouâre right, we do have a bit of a break coming up! Between the third play-off and the Stanley Cup games. You think Riley could step in? Learn a dance routine with you?â
I grin wider. âI think I know a way or two to get him in on this.â
Ethan laughs. âShit, Iâd pay to see him dance on ice. The number of times heâs joked about it, seeing him struggle would be priceless. And I think Grace on Ice would profit from it. Just imagine the hype on social media once they know their favorite hockey babe is taking part in a reality show.â
Itâs clear Ethan is evil. But heâs not wrong. âShould I ask him?â
I look to Aiden.
âLetâs,â he says.
Ethan stands up. Thereâs a newfound enthusiasm sparkling in his eyes and Iâm not sure if I should be happy or afraid. Maybe both. âGreat. Youâll visit your grandma and Iâll make sure every tabloid covers your movie roles being dropped. And Iâll book a talk show. This needs to be huge.â