Cross the Line (Lights Out, #1)

by Simone Soltani

Because I kissed Willow Williams last night. And now I’m a dead man walking.

Because Willow already has a hold on me, and I have no idea how to shake her off.

But if I had to choose between hurting her and never racing again, I’d walk away from F1 in a heartbeat.

We both know what we want. What we need. The only question is whether we’re reckless enough to go after it.

“I want all of you, Willow. I have for a long time. And I don’t think I can settle for anything less than that.”