Law Maker

February 24th

The racing season crept up on us. Tomorrow Asher is flying to Spain for the first round of the world championship, and I can’t shake the anxiety.

We’re solid. We’ll be fine. My schedule is packed with classes and work.

But I’ll miss him. I’ll worry. My heart will leap each time he rounds a corner, and I’ll hold my breath until the race is over.

I’m staying at his place tonight, and even though I hate goodbyes, I won’t miss the chance to say mine.