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From Ice King to Dance Daddy—Nate Eriksson Melts Viewers
The NHL bruiser turned surprise sweetheart is breaking more hearts than bones these days. Last night’s contemporary number with pro dancer Holly Martinez broke the internet, complete with teary reaction shots, record-shattering viewer votes, and the‘he hasn’t dropped me yet’moment that’s already being tattooed on someone's ribcage in…READ MORE →
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[Image attached: Screengrab of Holly and Nate inThe Lift™moment mid-dance.] Captioned: “HE HASN’T DROPPED ME YET ”
Liz Newton [Admin]:
I don’t usually cry over televised dance content unless it involves injured dogs or Patrick Swayze’s ghost…
But Holly and Nate justbrokeme. That wasn’t choreography. That wasemotional CPR. I don’t care what the contract says. They’re not faking a damn thing. The way he looked at her? Like she hung the stars and he’s just trying to be worthy of orbit.
Also, sidebar, if I had a man pick me uplikethatwith arms likethoseI too would choreograph trust issues into contemporary gold.
Someone tag me in the slowed-down edits. I need them. For science.
#takethefloor #hollyandnate4eva #trustfallintomyheart
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FEELINGS? IN THIS ECONOMY?
Holly
“Sir, please stop clocking my internal panic. Mind your business, and your jawline.”
There was no discussion or planning, just a look that saidwe're definitely gonna do filthy things in about forty-five minutes. Then his hand brushed hers backstage like foreplay with eye contact. Her brain screamedBAD IDEA, but her body was already halfway into the Uber like a slutty little passenger princess on a mission.
Holly promised herself this was pure, undilutedbone-to-cope. She was going home with Nate because the performance buzz still hadn’t left her body, and her thighs were still vibrating like a bass speaker. She hadn’tactuallygotten to ride him yet, and that felt like a gross oversight. At this point in time she was practicallyoweda mattress and at least one orgasm that involved her tits in his face at the same time.
This wasn’t intimacy.It was maintenance.She repeated it three times, like a spell.
Maintenance. Maintenance. Maint—Yeah, okay.She was already in trouble.
Nate’s temporary apartment was small, but Holly knew damn well it’d cost three times more than hers. She glanced around for a distraction, noting with approval that he kept the place pretty tidy. Her nerves were still hissing like live wires, skin too tight, thoughts too loud, and her body far too fucking aware of itself.
Nate filled the room with his stupid, impossible presence. Here in the dim light of his personal space, the full effect of the ‘simple’ outfit he’d thrown together for the show was anything but. The shirt clung to his muscles like an old lover, and the pants were tailored to perfection. They weren’t the clothes of an ill-tempered lumberjack, and Holly was intrigued by what his life back in Connecticut was actually like off the ice.
“Drink?”
She let herself drink him in, becausefuck yes. “Just water, thanks.”
He was suddenly illuminated by a beam of light from the fridge. Black curls a mess from sweat and adrenaline. A flushed, awestruck expression still clinging to his face like he’d been hit by something divine and didn’t know whether to pray or punch it. Holly’s breath caught in the back of her throat, and for one heart stopping moment she realized he was, without doubt, the most beautiful man she’d ever met.
“You okay?” Nate asked, voice rough with leftover exertion, like the words scraped their way out of him as he grabbed two bottles of water and let the fridge door swing closed with a swankywhoosh.
Holly laughed once, sharp. “Define okay.” She bent to pull her shoes off.
He raised a brow and dipped his head to one side, sizing her up for either more of their electric banter or some therapy sessions.
“So that’s a no, then.” He handed her a water bottle like a peace offering. “You wanna hydrate, or keep lying?”
Holly leaned back against the kitchen counter with a smirk, cracked the bottle, and took a deep sip. “Oh, we’re definitely sticking with the lying. I don’t want to be peeing all night long.”
His gaze dropped, taking in her bare feet before sweeping back up to her face. Close enough to accidentally reveal the heated look burning in those glacial eyes of his.Pride.And not the cocky, showy kind men used to make themselves big. The quiet kind that says,I saw what you did. I know what it cost. I’m in awe of you.
