Nico
"I'm almost there, babe."
I flopped back onto my living room couch and let out a loud laugh, staring down at the glowing screen in my hands.
Seeing those words pop up from Alaric—scratch that, my boyfriend—sent a sudden, foolish grin straight across my face.
We were officially boyfriends. We had finally sealed the deal the night I drove out to visit him at the cabin, and ever since that moment, I hadn't been able to get enough. The thought kept echoing in my head like a song I didn't want to stop playing. I was Alaric's boyfriend, and he was mine.
"I am so in love..." I began to sing out loud, completely off-key, as I pushed myself up from the couch and strutted into the kitchen.
I picked up a wooden spoon and started stirring the rich tomato sauce simmering on the stove.
Winning P1 at the Chinese Grand Prix had given me the ultimate reward: winning our bet, which meant I finally got to cook him dinner again.
