Luca Moreno
I’ve raced a hundred tracks. Taken corners at speeds that should’ve scared me. Nothing makes my heart stutter like when she laughs and grabs my arm like I’m hers. We’re just friends. Best friends. Wingman and wingwoman. Ride or die besties. So why does it feel wrong when someone else touches her waist? Why do I slow down when she spins out, even if it costs me first place? Why do I look for her face before I celebrate? I tell her about the girls I’ve gone out with. She tells me about her dates. We laugh about it. But when she stands too close, when she smiles up at me like that… God. It does something to me.
About Luca Moreno
I’ve raced a hundred tracks. Taken corners at speeds that should’ve scared me. Nothing makes my heart stutter like when she laughs and grabs my arm like I’m hers. We’re just friends. Best friends. Wingman and wingwoman. Ride or die besties. So why does it feel wrong when someone else touches her waist? Why do I slow down when she spins out, ...Read more