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Some of my friends wouldn’t understand and they would laugh at me for getting turned on by a kiss; all they want to see when they jack off is ass and pussy, but I like videos where they kiss a lot too.

I think a great kiss is as hot as all the rest, maybe even more because it builds the anticipation of the other stuff.

Especially when you get to kiss a gorgeous girl like Zara.

From the moment I saw her about to kick her idiot ex-boyfriend in the nuts, I’ve been on the brink of a semi.

It isn’t just because she’s hot. It’s a combination of that and how feisty she is.

Seeing her ride with Chance just now only made me more curious to get to know her better.

And by the looks of it, my best friend feels exactly the same way.

A pang of jealousy hits me square in the chest. Are Chance and Zara going to hook up tonight?

I watch them with a mixture of longing and irritation, waiting for them to part. Fuck it. We’re at a party and I’m going to see if Zara likes me too. Chance and I have always been drawn to the same type of girls, and we have one rule. Until you have been on a date and you call dibs, neither of us has the right to get jealous.

All I need to do is to get close to her and make my move. This party doesn’t count as a date, so this is my shot.

I see an opportunity when Kristy Black asks Chance and his brothers to discuss a possible meeting with her bosses.

“Hey,” I smile. “That was something out there.”

Redness rises to her face. “I have good balance thanks to gymnastics, and I grew up around motorcycles. Thank goodness my mom hates them, because if she saw the livestream of that race, she would either have a heart attack or ground me for the rest of my life.”

The corner of her lips tips into a smile.

I think Zara is into me as much as she’s into Chance; at least judging by the way she’s blushing and playing with her long, dark hair when she speaks to me.

It’s the way she’s looking at me, too.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” I chuckle.

The tension in her shoulders eases at my reassurance. “Thanks, Lev. You guys literally saved my life twice today. Not just earlier with Cal. I don’t know how I would have gotten home tonight if you hadn’t invited me to stay with you. There’s a busservice between Bridgeport and Shell Cove, but the timetable sucks. The last bus of the day was way before the qualifier ended.”

My smile widens. “Don’t mention it. First off, your ex is a douche on and off the tarmac. If Ares hadn’t intervened, one of us would have. We’ve hated his guts since we started racing.”

Zara nods. “I can see why. He’s out there just for himself. Winning is all that matters to him, even at the expense of his teammates.”

The fact that she’s aware of what a piece of work Calvin Fox is makes my respect for her increase tenfold. “I have to be honest with you, at the risk of sounding blunt. We invited you to stay with us because it took talking to you for a few minutes to feel like we had known you for a long time. You’re really cool. But there’s something I don’t understand.”

She smiles. “Thank you. I think you guys are cool too. Or no matter how much trouble I was in, I wouldn’t have accepted your offer to hang out with you. What is it that you don’t understand?”

I shrug, hoping my question won’t offend her. “What is a cool girl like you doing with that douche bag?”

Zara looks away for a second, as if trying to decide how much she wants to share. “I don’t know,” she admits, her tone sincere. “I guess I thought he was exciting. He’s older and having his attention made me feel important. It’s also a little bit of a fuck you to my mom, if I have to be totally honest. Don’t get me wrong, I love her. But you don’t know my mom. Since she divorced my dad, it’s like everything that reminds her of him is off-limits. My dad invited me to spend the summer in Dubai with him, where he’s training a new MotoGP team. Mom looked for every excuse under the sun to keep me from going. In the end, she admitted that she didn’t trust my dad to look after me in a foreign country.”

It’s impossible to miss the disappointment in her eyes. “Parents don’t always see us in a realistic light. I’ve known you for a few hours, but it’s obvious that you can look after yourself just fine.”

That was the right thing to say, because her frown turns into a bright smile. “Right? Thanks, Lev. I’m glad you don’t think I’m this helpless little girl who needs constant adult supervision. My mom made a huge deal out of letting me leave the country. She started making impossible rules she knew Dad could never follow because he had to work. In the end, he changed his mind and said that maybe I can go in a couple of years. Once I’m eighteen and Mom can’t invoke the fact that she has full custody of me.”

I’m starting to understand why she was dating that asshole. “So you picked a guy your mom would disapprove of.”

Zara sighs. “That makes me sound immature, right? My mom would say that these kinds of choices—going out with someone like Cal, that stupid tattoo—are exactly the reason why she doesn’t trust me.”

I understand how Zara feels more than I care to admit. “If you’re immature, then so am I. My parents are big shot lawyers. They own a really fancy legal practice in town with my uncle and aunt, and they expect me to follow in their footsteps.”

I never talk about this stuff with anyone. Chance and his brothers are the only people who know how much I resent my parents.

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