The Monaco Mirage

~GENEVIEVE~

He got out of the car.

My heart skipped when he passed the last stretch of mechanics, cameras and went straight for me, as if the win had a direction and I was it.

The hug lifted me. I could not help it. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and breathed him in: sweat, fireproofs, the sharp heat of a man who had just stolen Monaco on the last lap.

It felt so good being in his arms. Better that