Anastasia
"Oh, my God," I choked on my breath. We raced down the track, Eleanor was punching into third and fifth gears, and I was breathing hard, staring at the track with wide eyes.
I scanned the other drivers, finding a white Mclaren was head to head with our car where a red Honda was only a feet behind us. I can't tell that whose car that was, as I was seeing stars in my vision.
My heart jumped in my throat and I shut my eyes tightly. The music which was playing in the background didn't help to forget where I was. I glanced at him, seeing his arm flexed and jaw locked shut.
Before I was fearing over what if I fly off my motorbike and fell on my face. But later, in the way, he was increasing the speed of his sports car, I felt we were racing on the air, not on the track.
I held
