"Yo, Z Lew in the motherfuckin' house, y'all!" I hear a guy announce amongst the crowd as Beck and I stepped out of Zean's car into the inviting night air lit by bonfires and concession stands.
Zean immediately beams, engulfing the man in a bro hug. Beck goes over to my side, wrapping his arm around my waist.
I think I found something I probably won't ever get tired of. Beck's touch was not only a comfort but a safety net as well. Since the cliff, Beck really upheld his promise not to let anything happen to me because he was glued to my side, not once letting me out of his sight. Even back at the campsite, he kept staring at me as I gathered my things, completely ignoring Jay who was trying to engage him in conversation.
I look to Beck questioningly.
"That's Denny. He hosts the racing
