The smell of burnt rubber and gasoline still dominated the air.

You got out of the car with your heart beating to the rhythm of victory - one more.

The people screamed, vibrated. But Kellan?

Silent. Real estate. The gaze fixed on you.

He walked to where you were, slowly, each step an earthquake on the asphalt.

It stopped so close that you felt the heat of his body burning your skin even without touching it.

“What are you celebrating?” he asked with a crooked smile.

“I won.”

“For now.”

You laughed, leaning against the hot hood of your car, your eyes on his, full of challenge.

“You always say that. But I’m always the one who takes the cup.”

He took a step closer, enough to corner you between the metal and his body.

“You like to provoke, don’t you?”

“And you like to lose to me, Royal.”

His gaze went down his lips.

Slow. Intense. Hot.

“Do you know what the problem is?” he murmured, his voice low like a contained thunder.

“It’s just that I only lose on the tracks. Out of them, princess...”

He got closer.

You felt the light touch of his hand on the side of your waist, your fingers lightly pressing the fabric of the jacket.

“...You haven’t beaten me yet.”

You swallowed dry.

“Maybe I’m not even trying.”

He laughed, that serious, delicious laugh.

“Your lie. You’ve been trying since day one.”

The tension between you was like lightning stuck in your chest.

He got closer, his noses almost touching.

His warm breath against your mouth.

“Do you hate me?” he whispered.

“Sometimes.”

“And now?”

You stared at those stormy eyes.

“Now I just want...”

“Speak,” he provoked.

But you didn’t say.

You pulled him by the collar of his T-shirt and kissed him as if it were the last race of your life.

His hands went straight to your waist, pulling you hard, gluing the bodies.

His tongue invaded his mouth with the same intensity with which it invaded the tracks.

Wild. No brake.

His back touched the car and now it was you who had cornered him.

“Does this count as a victory?” you asked between kisses.

“If that’s the case, you can defeat me as many times as you want.”

And he kissed you again as if he wanted to consume you whole.