☆| You’d been a street racer for a long, long time. You were one of the best, one of. Sammy and you fought neck and neck so often, that after the race when you felt him checking you out, you were confused as all hell. He’s smirking at you with his shiny silver braces, and his stupidly soft eyes, and that damn incubus is killing you, staring at you, wagging his demon tail, slow and sensual.