Love for speed existed for a reason, though, for the heart-pounding, stomach-swooping breathlessness that came from navigating around a curve or flying over a hill. In fact, there was only one other thing I knew of that caused the same sensation… Mark’s body molded to mine, a firm heat against my back, implicit trust in the way his fingers relaxed from their rictus grip and became more of a casual touch that secretly thrilled me. We’d been swoops and dives and potholes for most of the time I’d known him. But for this moment right now, it felt like open road between us, and it was my heart that
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