Carlota’s POV
The moment the race ended and the crowd started screaming, all I wanted to do was slam my helmet on the ground. I wanted to throw it so hard that it cracked open and scattered everywhere. I was that angry, frustrated, and annoyed. My whole body felt hot, and my hands were shaking from how tightly I had been holding the bike.
But I couldn’t do it.
If I threw the helmet, I might remove it by mistake. If I removed it, people would see my face. If they saw my face, everything would end. The little freedom I was enjoying would be gone completely.
So I stopped myself. I stood there, breathing hard, while Gabriel walked toward me slowly, like he had all the time in the world. He removed his helmet too, and the wind pushed his hair back. He had this stupid little smile on his lip
