I pulled my helmet off, shaking out my hair underneath, as I walked into my garage. Setting down my helmet on my mechanics table, I run my fingers through my hair. I take off my racing jumpsuit, revealing my jeans and old t-shirt underneath.
The racetrack is empty, just me doing some practice runs on the track. i pull my jumpsuit fully off, smoothing out my shirt underneath.
"Look at my beautiful girlfriend," I hear a voice say from the doorway. My head snaps up to see who it is, only to see Ashton standing in the doorway. I smile at him, tossing my jumpsuit into the corner of the room.
"Please," I say, as we both close the space between us. He sets his hands on my hips, his eyes looking into mine longingly, "what are you doing here so late at night?"
My eyebrows furrow at him, and he just grins down at me.
"I wanted to see my girlfriend doing her practice runs." He bites his lip, as he looks down at mine. I can't help but smile brightly at him.
His lips meet mine softly, and my hands move their way up to his shoulders. Before I knew what was happening, the kiss deepened, and I found myself backing up as he moved with me. I stopped when I bumped into my table.
Ashton reached down to my legs, and in one motion lifted me up so I was sitting on the table, not even pulling our lips away from each other's.
My hands were on the back of his neck, holding his lips to mine. Hi hands trailed down from my waist to my hips. Our lips moved in perfect motions, never leaving for too long. I leaned my head back a little, and he followed.
It was perfect, but something nagged at me in the back of my mind. My eyes snapped open, looking at his still closed.
My hands found their way from his neck to his chest, and I didn't have much time to think before I shoved him away from me. My hand went up to my lips as Ash flew back in shock.
"What the-" he says, gaining his balance and looking at me still sitting on the table.
"I'm so sorry," I mutter, shaking my head and holding my hands out to him, beckoning him back to me, "I don't know what came over me."
He lets out a small smile as he moves back to me. He sets his hand on the back of my head gently, and I set mine on his cheek with a smile.
"It's okay," he whispers, leaning in closer to me. He presses his lips back to mine, and immediately, the feeling is back. I close my eyes with his kiss, my eyebrows down in confusion and anger.
I shove him in the chest yet again, and this time his hands are spread out in confusion.
"What was it that time, Luna?" he asks angrily. My hands are on the back of my neck. I don't know what to say, so I keep my head down to the floor.
He gets a sympathetic look on his face. He walks over to me, and sets his hand on my cheek. He pulls my face up to look at his. And that's when it hits me.
I push him away from me again and hop off the table. He watches me with confusion apparent on his face, as I frantically gathered my stuff.
"Luna, what are you doing?" he asked.
I look up at him, pulling my jacket on. I grab my bag, before turning back to him yet again.
"I'm breaking up with you," I say. He gets a furious look on his face, and he marches over to me as I open the door of my car.
"What?! Why?" he asked.
I look up at him from the drivers seat as I turn my car on. I roll down the window to him.
"Because you're not Aaron," I mutter.
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Adrenaline Racer
Teen Fiction***Sequel to Street Racer*** Luna Lake had worked her whole life to be accepted by her family. She lived in a family of police officers, pressured to be someone she wasn't. She found escape in racing, but her cover wouldn't stay secret forever. But...
