KENDRICK
Saturday nights had a way of reminding me why I used to love street racing. It wasn't just the speed. For me, it was the noise, the energy, and the way everyone around you became alive the moment those engines started.
Also, the smell of fuel, the lights reflecting off the cars, and the crowd gathering around the track waiting for the first sound of tires against the road. It felt familiar.
Now, with Yulia beside me, it felt even better. Her hand was wrapped around my arm as we stood near the track, her excitement obvious as she watched the crowd ahead.
“You're smiling,” I whispered, kissing her temple.
She looked up at me innocently. “Yeah… I'm enjoying myself.”
I glanced down at her, smirking. “I see that. That’s the advantage of loving me.”
She tilted her head, loo
