He parked his car in the number one spot, removing his helmet, safety devices, and gloves before finally climbing out of the cockpit and throwing himself over the barrier and into his team. They caught him, celebrating so hard I worried they’d hurt him. When they finally set him down he started scanning the crowd.
His eyes landed on me, asking a question.
Can I kiss you?
And man oh man did those butterflies take off again. A thousand logical worries flew threw my head but not one was as loud as the one desire. So I nodded and in less than a second he was in front of me, taking my chin in his hand and kissing me for the second time.
It was even better than the first because it wasn’t a surprise. It was still tender, still needy, but now it was also intense with the adrenaline of victory.
And all I could think wasyes.
Oh, yes. This has to be right.