Page 140 of I See You

Joy. Play. Freedom.

They pulled into the go-kart place, a quiet buzz of excitement starting to build in her chest. As they stepped inside, Sevyn instinctively reached for her card, but Hassan didn’t even let her get close.

“I got it,” he said, sliding his black American Express forward without blinking.

She smiled. Not because he paid, but because it was just him—a walking contradiction. A man everyone called cold, dangerous, detached. But here he was, making space for her joy without saying a word. Quietly taking care of things. Present in a way that warmed her more than she’d expected.

They grabbed their helmets and stood in line, waiting for their turn on the track. The smell of rubber, engine oil, and adrenaline filled the air around them.

“You ready to lose?” Sevyn teased, tilting her head with a grin. Hassan chuckled low, that deep, calm tone sliding under her skin.

“I don’t lose.”

“Wanna put your money where your mouth is?” she challenged, raising a brow.

That got his attention.

For the first time since she’d met him, his eyes lit up—not with danger, but excitement. He looked around the indoor go-kart arena like he was a kid seeing something he never thought he’d get to touch. And Sevyn? She couldn’t stop smiling. Watching him like this— unguarded, wide-eyed—it warmed something in her she didn’t know needed thawing.

His gaze returned to hers, sharp again but softer somehow. “What’s the bet?” he asked, one hand shoved into his pocket, the other gripping his helmet.

“If I win, you have to agree to one of our sessions… with Harper and your grandmother.” Her voice was playful, but the request was real.

He instantly mugged her, expression flat. But he didn’t say no.

“And if you lose?” he asked, voice even lower now.

Sevyn crossed her arms, already grinning. “What do you want, Hassan?”

He looked her up and down slowly, not even trying to hide it this time. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “I get to sleep in that comfortable- ass bed of yours again.”

The moment he said it, she tensed—just slightly, but enough for him to see it. Her lips parted, already ready to protest.

“That can’t happen ag—”

“You scared?” he cut in smoothly, tone challenging, unreadable.

She stared at him, biting on her bottom lip as her pride did all the talking for her. “Deal. I’m gonna win anyway.”

He extended his hand, and she took it. Their palms touched— warm, slow, charged. The deal was sealed.

Their names were called next. Time to race.

And Sevyn prayed like hell she didn’t lose—because she already knew what having him in her bed did to her. Once was enough.

“Put these on,” one of the workers said, handing them black ski masks to wear under the helmets.

Sevynslidherson,carefulnottodisturbherbun,andwhenshe looked up, her breath caught.

Hassan had already pulled his on. The dark mask framed his face, but his crystal-blue eyes still cut through—sharp, intense, beautiful in a way that made her chest ache.

How can a man look that good in a ski mask?she thought, shaking it off before her legs gave out. They soon put their helmets on after ready to race.

“Follow me,” another worker called out, leading them to the lineup of go-karts.

Sevyn slid into hers, heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the track. Hassan got in right behind her, silent as ever.

The engines revved, lights turned green, and the race took off. Sevyn pushed forward hard, but Hassan blew past her like he’d done this a thousand times. Even though she couldn’t see his face, she felt the joy radiating off him. Every time he passed her or she cut in front of him, she could feel it—he was having fun. Real fun. Maybe for the first time in a long time.

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