Rivals Or Lovers
“Exactly. You ride me first and then ... the track. Come on, don’t tell me you’re scared.”
I tried to glare, but my lips twitched, betraying me. “I’m not scared,” I snapped, even though my voice cracked halfway through. “You just don’t know when to shut up!”
Ethan’s laugh vibrated against my chest, deep and warm. “That’s a no, then?” he teased, brushing his thumb along my jaw before finally releasing me. “Fine, I’ll save the offer for after the race. You might need a victory lap on me.”