Rivals Or Lovers
“Stupid racer.”
“Rival,” he corrected, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered it. “Enemies or maybe… something more.”
The way he said that made my stomach twist, something more. He didn’t need to elaborate for me to feel it.
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I followed Ryan across the empty field, the hum of the floodlights stretching long shadows over the asphalt. His hand found mine mid step, and I didn’t pull away. Honestly, I didn’t want to.
“You know,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over the back of my hand, “if we don’t get some energy out tonight, I might not even let you race properly tomorrow.”