“What?” I turned to him, startled.
Anything. Just talk,” his lips curved into that dangerous smile. Dont forget why we came racing in the first place.”
I frowned slightly, suddenly remembering that we’d gone racing because of my dark mood.
‘Did you really have to bring that up now?”
“It needs to be addressed eventually,” Brandon maintained a steady pace, keeping the car ahead of us in sight while ensuring none behind could pass. He seemed completely at ease as he chatted with me. “Feeling better?”
“No,” I said playfully. “But I might feel better if
Though that’s probably impossible!”
“Is that so?” Brandon’s smile deepened as he glanced at me. “Well, if my wife expects such things of me, I can hardly disappoint. Hold tight.”
In an instant, he shot past several cars on the next curve, leaving them far behind in what felt like mere seconds.
I stared at Brandon in amazement, then turned to look back at the shrinking taillights behind us. “How did you–”
Before I could finish my question, Brandon’s expression sharpened. “Hold on tight.” With that warning, he floored the accelerator, sending us flying down the most treacherous part of the road.
“Shit!” The redhead leader’s voice crackled over the radio. “Is he trying to get himself killed?”
Most racers would slow down on this section, but Brandon was actually accelerating. I gripped the handle above the door so hard my knuckles turned white, my entire body rigid with tension.
My heart was in my throat – in that moment, all I could do was trust Brandon completely.
Then, to my utter surprise, the car came to a stop. I turned to Brandon, confused. “What’s wrong?”
Brandon killed the engine and closed the windows, then reached for me. “Were you afraid?” His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close against his chest.
I swallowed hard, my hands coming up to rest on his biceps. My body was still trembling slightly from the adrenaline, but I tried to
sound brave. “N–not at all.”
His low chuckle vibrated through his chest as he held me tighter, one hand coming up to stroke my hair. “Very brave,” he murmured, the praise making something warm unfurl in my chest.
I took a deep breath. When I’d calmed down enough to pull back slightly, I found myself staring at his perfect features in the dim light. The way the moonlight caught his sharp jawline, the intensity in those dark eyes as they studied my face.
Before I could overthink it, I leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.
Brandon’s arm snaked around my waist, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss. I started to retreat, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity, but his hand came up to cradle the back of my head, holding me in place with gentle firmness.
Gradually, I found myself winding my arms around his neck, responding with growing enthusiasm. The tension of the evening, the thrill of the race, everything seemed to pour into that kiss.
When we finally broke apart, I was breathless. “I…”
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Brandon pulled me back against his chest, a low laugh escaping him A bit late to be shy now, isn’t it?
My face barned as I pushed against his chest halfheartedly. Then I remembered something and hit my lip. “We’re going to lose the
race
Does that matter? His dark eyes held mine, thumb tracing my lower lip.
I shook my head, smiling. It had never been about the race anyway. my mind, Brandon had already won – in more ways than one.
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