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Her hand fists into the front of my suit and she pulls me down.

The kiss hits hard.

Not playful and teasing. Nothing like the quick shit we usually steal when everyone’s around.

Right now, she’s kissing me like she’s scared, and I kiss her back like I can fix that.

My hand slides from her jaw into her hair while the other wraps around her waist and drags her tight against me. Her mouth opens under mine and the whole thing turns deeper, breathless, and messy enough that I forget there are people standing five feet away.

For a second, there’s only her.

The way she clings to me.

The way my chest feels too fucking full and the way I want to stay right here until she stops looking at me like I might disappear.

When we finally break apart, neither of us moves very far.

Her forehead rests against mine.

I’m breathing too hard.

So is she.

“Come back to me in one piece,” she whispers.

I press one last kiss to her mouth.

“Always.”

Thorne clears his throat, and points between us. “So Miami actually worked, then?”

I grab my helmet and grin at him. “Worked great for me.”

Cece smacks my arm.

Sayshen laughs. “Dude is fucking glowing.”

“Can you blame me?”

Cece shoves me toward the bike. “Go do your job.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her eyes narrow.

I pull my helmet on before she can threaten me.

Fucking worth it.

****

The second I roll onto pit lane, everything else drops away.

The noise, Miami, the guys, even Cece mostly disappears behind the part of my brain that knows exactly what to do once I’m on the bike.

Her voice is still there somewhere, though, telling me not to do anything stupid, and fuck if that doesn’t make me smile inside my helmet while the officials clear the grid and the engines around me climb into one long scream.

Thorne is ahead and to my left, Ajax a couple spots over.