No Ordinary Love

4

My body was drenched in sweat, I'd be lying if I say I didn't doubt the shorter woman's skills. She gave me a run for my money, I was beginning to question if she was even blind or not by the way she was able to move against my body.

"Why're breathing so hard, need a break?" She teased, lowering herself down to the center of the large painted oval.

"Nawl, I'm fine." I sipped from my water bottle before placing it on the carpeted bench outside of the floor and making my way back to Onika.

I'd always become angry at the fact that she couldn't see me how I viewed her, it was a tragedy that left me hurt from the time I discovered it. Though she didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her, the love I had for her just wouldn't allow me to go on without feeling an ounce of sympathy.

"Kem is playing, we have to spice this go 'round up." She picked herself up, I sailed to her smoothly and grabbed her soft hands. The statement was simple, but it was hidden excitement behind what she'd spoken.

"I think about the day I met...the perfect stranger. I think about us."

She circled my figure before spinning herself around in my arms, her back pressed against my front while we began to skate together in sync.

My left leg pushed backwards, as did her left leg. The rhythmic tune began to consume me, I couldn't stop my hands from laying upon her waist which was covered in black tights.

She erased any traces of worry I had when she placed her hand on mine as we twisted our bodies and glided on each of our eight wheels.

"And I cant stop loving you, I can't help myself. And I, can't get over you, no matter what I tell myself, baby."

Her hips gyrated to the sensual beat while Kem's voice surrounded us on the empty rink. I turned her around in my arms and smiled as she began to guide us skating backwards. Her face scrunched up in deep thought, but never did her feet stop moving.

"What color is your hair?" She questioned inquisitively, pushing me back before reaching out to reel me back in, causing our bodies to clash, nearly making us become one with one another.

"Right now?"

She nodded her head up and down, her eyes were closed as if she were imagining something.

"Blonde."

This time she pushed me away and didn't reach back out to get me. Her face wore an angry scowl before she placed distance between us.

"N-Nic? What are you doing? Where you going?"

She nearly tripped skating away from me, she was able to safely make it back to her items and a sleepy Tyson—leaving me on the other side of the rink. I was impressed at how she was able to do things as if she still had the ability to use her two eyes, but apparently, life was more than sight.

"It's you! Your scent, the blonde hair! The skates! It's you. What type of fucking games are you playing?"

"Games? Onika what are you talking about?"

I skated to her, confused as ever as to what I did. But, by the time I reached her, she'd already taken her skates off and placed her coat and mittens on.

Tyson was alerted at her sudden change of moods, and stood defensively at Onika's feet. My eyes watered in anger and defeat, I didn't know what was transpiring, but by the look of dejection the shorter woman wore, I knew it was something I'd have to dig for.