The streets of Michigan held the best car soirees and top dog street races-on top of it all, a life of their own.
What happens when two polar opposite racers collide; the best one from detroit, and one all the way from the city of angels?
When I woke up, my head pounded, the dull ache pulsing in sync with my racing heartbeat. The dim light slipping through the hotel curtains felt like it was stabbing straight through my skull. I tried to piece together the night before, but everything was blurry.
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God, what happened?
I turned my head, and that's when I felt it—something warm, solid, wrapped around my waist. I froze, barely breathing, eyes slowly trailing down to my side.
Yeji.
Her arm draped over me, her chest rising and falling peacefully. My eyes widened as I took in the sight: her bare shoulder, her messy hair, her steady breathing.
And then it hit me.
Oh no. No, no, no.
I stared at the ceiling, my mind spinning. My clothes weren't the same as they were last night. A simple t-shirt clung to my body, definitely not mine. And as I shifted ever so slightly, I realized how close we were. Too close.
Did we...?
My heart rate spiked, my palms getting clammy. I cursed inwardly.
What did I do?
Did we kiss?
Did we... do it?
Oh god, no..I didn't want to think about it.
I had to get out of here.
With my body stiff as a board, I carefully tried to lift her arm off me, but the second I moved, Yeji stirred, letting out a soft groan. Her fingers twitched against my waist, and I froze again, gulping down the lump in my throat.
Why the hell did I end up here? The last thing I remembered was that argument—me pushing her away, the cab ride, stumbling into the bar... and then blackness.
I started to shift again, trying to slip out of bed when Yeji's eyes blinked open. Those damn cat eyes, squinting at me in confusion at first, and then realization flooded her face.
"Stop staring at me, Saint Claire," I grumbled, trying to sound annoyed but only managing to sound panicked.
"Good morning to you too," she said, her voice husky with sleep. She stretched and casually rolled out of bed like this was the most normal thing in the world. Like it wasn't completely, totally insane that we were here, together, in a bed!
I watched her walk towards the mini-fridge, grab a bottle of water, and take a few long gulps. My brain short circuited.
Yeji rummaged through her bag and walked back to the bed with a bottle of pain relievers and a glass of water. She handed them to me with this infuriating calmness, like this happens often.
