LUNA'S POV
The night air clung to my skin, cool and sharp, but all I felt was the heat radiating from Jaden’s grip. His hands lingered a second too long before he finally let go, and the absence of his touch made my chest ache in ways I didn’t want to name.
“You’re hopeless on the ice,” he teased, skating backward with infuriating ease. “What kind of city girl can’t balance?”
I tried to laugh it off, forcing my legs to stay steady. “Maybe I wasn’t meant to glide through life like you, Jaden.”
His smirk faltered. Just for a heartbeat. But then his mask slipped back into place, playful and distant. “Maybe.”
We stayed there longer than I’d planned, laughter spilling between slips and near-falls, but beneath it all was an undercurrent I couldn’t shake—something fragile, wounded, simmerin
