Page 17 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

"Oh no," Amelia was practically on the edge of her seat now.

I nodded, grimacing.

"Apparently, my pants were torn and I’m not talking about a small rip. It’s like a full-on, from-the-waist-down tear that I had no idea about. And the worst part? I didn’t hear anything. No ripping sound, no anything. I just... didn’t know."

"Please tell me you didn’t make it all the way to the door like that," Amelia’s face contorted in secondhand embarrassment.

"Unfortunately, I did," I said, burying my face in my hands.

Amelia burst out laughing.

“You know, I didn’t expect this,” she said quietly, her voice soft but serious. “I didn’t expect to be so... comfortable with you.”

“Neither did I,” I said, my voice softening.

“I’m glad you wanted to meet up.”

The sincerity in her words sent a jolt through me.

“I’m glad you said yes. Do you want to go somewhere else?”

“Uhm… where do you have in mind?”

“Do you like Go-karting?”

“I haven’t tried it before, but I’d love to,” Amelia said as her eyes lit up.

“Great! Let’s go,” I said, standing up from the table and grabbing my jacket.

Amelia followed me out of the café, and we hopped into my car.

“I used to race my brother when we were kids,” she said, her voice light with the memory. “We didn’t have go-karts or anything fancy. Just our bikes, but we’d turn every street corner into a track.”

“Sounds like you were pretty competitive.” I smiled, intrigued.

She smirked, glancing at me.

“You could say that. I hated losing.”

When we arrived at the track, the sound of revving engines and excited chatter hit us immediately. The air was electric with energy. Amelia’s eyes sparkled as she looked around, a smile tugging at her lips.

“You weren’t kidding about this being fun,” she said, looking over at me.

“Not even a little bit,” I replied, grinning. “Get ready to be defeated.”

“We’ll see about that,” she raised an eyebrow.

After getting suited up and strapped into our helmets, we lined up at the start, both of us bouncing with anticipation.

“This is it,” I said, grinning beneath my helmet. “You ready to lose?”

“In your dreams, Finn,” Amelia shot me a quick, playful glare.

The light turned green, and we were off. The engines roared to life, and I could feel the adrenaline surge through me as I gunned the accelerator.

“You better keep up!” I called over the sound of the engine, shooting a quick glance at her.

She zipped past me on a sharp turn, her skills were impressive.

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