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“I can find another roommate, if you want to move out, Holden. I won’t hold it against you.”

Shaking my head, I turn to face my best friend.

“No. I’m happy the way things are. Unless you want to share with someone else?”

He scoffs. “And give up having the room to myself six nights a week? Hell, no.”

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“See? This arrangement works perfectly for both of us.”

Theo smiles, then gestures to the bedroom door.

“I brought some leftovers from the cafe. Come, let me feed you before you ditch me for the night.”

“Look at it go! Look at it go!” Curtis yells, jumping on the spot as I steer the buggy around the outdoor circuit. My fingers fly over the controller, trying not to knock into the car in front of me. My car – the Track Hugger 3000 – hits a ramp, shooting into the air and I hold a breath, releasing it as the car lands with all four wheels on the ground.

“Yes!” Curtis exclaims, knocking my shoulder with his. “One more lap. You’re acing this.”

Remington is quiet, though from the corner of my eye, I can see he’s smiling.

I take the corner too wide and my car knocks into the rubber edging, slowing me down enough for someone to pass me.

“Letting them beat you,leeutjie,” Remi singsongs next to me. He’s smug – as usual – because he won his race earlier. Healso hasn’t let me forget how good he was the first time his dad brought him to this club.

My boyfriend, the overachiever.

I’m catching up to the car in first place when another, larger car built like a fucking tank, crashes into me from the side. Someone laughs and there’s a subtle growl under Remi’s breath as my buggy comes to a complete standstill. Three more cars overtake me before I get my car back in the right direction. By the time I complete my final lap, I place fifth.

“Not too bad for your first time,” Curtis says, patting me on the back before he moves onto the circuit to collect the remote controlled car.

“Not bad for your first time.” Remi repeats his dad’s words. His lips quirk up and I know him well enough to know what’s coming. “But not as good asmyfirst time.”

There you go.

I swat his chest and he loops a hand around my shoulder, his other sliding up and tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer and plants his lips on mine.

“Don’t worry baby, you may suck at fighting and racing cars, but I can think of something you’re really good at.” He bites my lip, steps back and then because he is an infuriating fucker – who I love with my entire heart – he winks.

Remington and his dad talk about cars the entire way home. Remote controlled cars, vintage cars, sports cars…. I zone out somewhere around a discussion on flying cars and instead check in with Theo. It’s been a week since we fixed the record player and had dinner together.