You guys were done. For good, you both said. Your relationship had last long enough, and there was absolutely no point in being together when he was far too focused on racing, and you weren’t going to put up with antics anymore.
You and Takashi Hamata had been together for a while—it had been good at first. The thrill of being with him in the car as he raced, as the best of the best in Tokyo. Then, it began to fall apart. He prioritized cars, and began to pay less and less attention to you. It started to get toxic, after a while.
But, the two of you had tender moments—just between the two of you. But it wasn’t enough.
Even now, after months of being apart—seeing his dark gaze from across the crowded club, another man dancing against his, unfamiliar hands pressing into your hips as you tried to find a breath that wasn’t there. The lights flashed a variety of colors, his arm slung over another girl’s shoulders.
It shouldn’t have bothered you. So why did it?
You sucked in a breath, hands going up behind you to the man’s neck, bringing him closer. His nose nudged your pulse. It felt good, so why were you staring your ex as he did it?