The roar of the engines vibrated through the ground beneath your feet. JJ grinned at you, wiping his hands on his jeans before leaning in. You kissed him softly, just enough to make him smirk. “For luck,” you teased.

“With you watching, I’ve already won,” he shot back, winking as he jogged toward his bike.

You turned to find a spot closer to the track, but her voice stopped you cold. “You got this, baby!” Sofia’s high-pitched cheer rang out, unmistakable.

You didn’t want to look, but you couldn’t help it. Rafe stood by his bike, smirking up at her like she hung the moon. Something in your chest tightened, and you hated it. You shouldn’t care. Not anymore.

Still, you stayed. You weren’t about to leave.

Few minutes after the race, Rafe strode over, his helmet in one hand. He stopped just inches from you, his familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

“JJ?” he said, voice low enough that no one else could hear. “Really? You could do better.”