Chapter 9Mahiro leans into a spread eagle that takes him sweeping across the ice, the shush of his blades echoing off the boards and bouncing around the quiet of Sky Rink, completely vacant at twenty minutes past closing on Monday night.
There are advantages to being one of the local club choreographers, and having the space to skate through the twisting emotions of the last few days has never been more critical than it is right now.
He takes the momentum of the spread eagle and swirls into a spin, arms above his head, and the cool ozone-scented air whips past his face, a sweet, familiar kiss from his first true love. God, he misses it some days, the freedom that came with pushing his body to perform, the drive and passion and artistic demand of skating leaving him on an adrenaline high
