Xander hops out of the car, barely taking a second to catch his breath before his eyes lock on yours. Without hesitation, he sprints across the garage, his helmet hanging loosely from one hand.

Before you can say anything, he’s already wrapping his arms around you, his body still buzzing with adrenaline. “That race was insane,” he breathes out, burying his face against your shoulder for a moment. “I needed to see you right away. Couldn’t wait another second.” His grin says it all—exhausted but relieved.

"Just please hold me forever, mon miel." he hugged you tighter, as if you're going to disappear the minute his grip loosens. "I don't want to ever let you go, ange."