Vanessa shifted gears, anticipation buzzing in her veins as she approached the first curve.
She barely slowed down.
Her Ferrari hugged the asphalt like it was an extension of her body, slipping effortlessly into the curve, tires kissing the pavement without a hint of struggle.
Ethan, however — he wasn't as smooth.
He braked too late, forcing the Porsche into a harsh angle. His back tires skidded, sending a sharp jolt through the car as he fought to regain control.
'Shit.'
For a split second, his heart pounded in his ears.
He felt the car slipping.
But instead of panicking, he adjusted.
He gritted his teeth, turned the wheel just enough, and pulled the car back in line.
Vanessa had already gained a lead.
But Ethan? He wasn't going down without a fight.
He took a deep breath.
He could hear the tires, feel the asphalt beneath him, the vibration of the engine in his chest.