Page 13 of Hearts on Fire

“Exactly.”

They arrived at the event venue, and Scotti saw why Naomi had decided on the Ferrari. They would surely look out of place in anything else. Had Naomi not shared with her a list of the cars that would be at the exhibition, Scotti would have been content to remain in the parking lot and ogle at the fine specimens here.

Scotti was also relieved to find that her flame collared shirt wasn’t out of place at all. There were plenty of people in classically cut black dresses and suits, but there were just as many in more colourful attire.

Naomi gave their names at the door, and they were admitted after being checked off a list. Scotti’s breath caught in her throat as they stepped into the main room. Despite knowing what would be there, she still found herself caught off guard by the beauty and majesty before her.

“Naomi, look,” Scotti breathed. She grabbed Naomi’s hand without thinking about it and practically dragged her over to an Aston Martin—the Valkyrie, no less. Naomi didn’t seem to mind at all. She was staring avidly at the car, with an expression of adoration that Scotti guessed must be similar to her own.

They walked around the car, admiring it from every angle before moving on. Naomi chose the next car to look at—an Aspark Owl. The design was unusual, but no less spectacular for it.

The two of them wandered between cars, barely paying attention to anyone else.

Scotti realized that they were still holding hands and made no move to change that situation.

She imagined kissing Naomi and bending her over one of these cars to fuck her from behind… and quickly stopped. Those thoughts were far too tempting, despite the many people around.

Scotti lost track of time as she and Naomi admired the cars, talking enthusiastically about the various pros and cons of each model.

“Scotti… we need to make a decision now about the car for the test drive. They’re closing soon, so we need to get going or we’re going to miss the opportunity.”

“Oh! I didn’t realize how quickly the time had passed. But it’s your test drive—you should choose.”

“I was thinking we could choose together.”

Scotti’s insides flared with pleasant warmth at the idea that Naomi would share this choice with her. “Well, it’s a tough call, but for me it’s the Bugatti Mistral.”

“I was also leaning toward Bugatti, but the Bolide is the one that really does it for me.”

This, of course, sparked another lively debate between the various pros and cons of the two cars. Both Scotti and Naomi stood by their picks and agreed to flip a coin. Naomi won, something Scotti was secretly glad for—it was Naomi’s test drive, after all. She should get to drive the car she wanted to drive.

Naomi had to sign a bunch of forms, but eventually, she and Scotti were allowed into the car. The engine came to life beneath them, a truly beautiful sound.

Scotti was practically vibrating with excitement. Naomi drove carefully through the city until they got to the same road she and Scotti had used the last time.

Then, she really floored it. She rolled the windows down and the two of them laughed in delight as they practically flew across the ground.

This was incredible. It didn’t matter that Scotti wasn’t the one driving. Seeing Naomi’s face as she drove, lit up with joy even as her sharp eyes watched the road, was a treat in itself.

Scotti admired her capable hands on the steering wheel. She imagined those same hands in surgery saving lives. Her hands were graceful yet strong. Her nails were short and neat and immaculately clean.

Naomi came to a halt near the end of the road and pulled off to the side. She was breathing hard—they both were, Scotti realized.

“Why are we stopping here? I hope we’re not planning to steal this car, because—”

Her words were cut off by Naomi’s lips on hers. Scotti grabbed Naomi’s ass to steady her—she had practically lunged across the center of the car to reach Scotti.

Scotti didn’t need asking twice. She pulled Naomi into her lap—she must have taken her seatbelt off when they stopped—and kissed her with equal enthusiasm.

It only lasted a few moments, but those moments were as hot as any fire Scotti had ever gone into.

“No.”

Scotti pulled back to look at Naomi, removing her hands from Naomi’s waist. “No?”

“No, we can’t do this.”

Scotti frowned. “Then why did you kiss me?”

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