He's ice. I'm fire. And we're about to melt the whole damn rink. I had one job when I got traded to Chicago: keep my head down and prove I deserve to be here. What I didn't plan on? Owen Zhang. He's the team's golden boy-disciplined, controlled, and so uptight he probably irons his underwear. From day one, he looked at me like I was a problem he needed to solve. Every time I took a risk on the ice, he'd give me that look. You know the one. The "you're doing it wrong" look that makes you want to either punch him or kiss him. Maybe both. But then Coach pairs us up for a community program. Six weeks. Just the two of us. Teaching kids to skate and pretending we don't want to kill each other. Except somewhere between the elementary schools and late-night talks, I stopped wanting to fight him. And started wanting something else entirely. Owen Marco Vitelli is chaos in skates. He plays hockey like the rules are optional. Takes penalties I'd never take. Makes passes I'd never risk. And somehow, it works. I've spent my entire life following the plan. Be perfect. Make my parents proud. Lead my team. Don't let anyone see the cracks. Then Marco shows up and shatters everything. He's loud where I'm quiet. Reckless where I'm careful. He plays with his heart, and I play with my head. We shouldn't work. On paper, we're a disaster. But on the ice? We're magic. And off the ice? I'm falling for him so hard I can't remember why I was trying not to. The problem? We're teammates. The media would destroy us. My carefully built life would crumble. I should walk away. But when he looks at me like I'm the only person in the world who matters, I forget every reason why this is a bad idea.