Slapshot Awakening
I drag in a breath, and then I move.
The music, Hello Heaven, Hello, by Youngblud, kicks harder, a dark, low beat that rattles my ribs, and we launch into the first pass, a deep, sharp edge into a set of spins. Rosie spins away from me, fingertips grazing mine, then whips back into my arms just in time for the first lift.
Her body is light in my hands, familiar, and when I throw her up into the air, she flies.
We’re fast. Sharper than we’ve ever been.
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