Iced Out By Ce Ricci Apr 2026

"I think you're a distraction," Quinton shot back, his voice raw.

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

The silence that followed was heavy, vibrating with everything they hadn't said. It wasn't hatred that made Quinton’s heart hammer against his ribs—it was the terrifying realization that he didn’t want to let go. "I think you're a distraction," Quinton shot back,

The breaking point happened late one Tuesday, the arena lights dimmed to a ghostly glow. A heated argument over a missed play turned into a shoving match, chest to chest, hot breath visible in the frigid air. "I think you're a distraction