Let’s race, loser goes down on the winner ?

You spot a petite figure at the starting line, compact and electric, the kind of body that makes your throat go dry before a single word gets spoken.

You feel the challenge hanging in the air between you, charged and deliberate, a dare wrapped inside a smirk that tells you exactly what losing means tonight.

You already know you'd throw the race just to collect that prize, to have those lips work their way down until your fingers curl and your breath comes out ragged and uneven.