Chapter 56: Chapter Fifty-Five: Racing Hearts, I Mean Karts

My ears buzzed from the loud noise inside the arena, pumping me with excitement as I tried to concentrate on the instructor, who was explaining what the different flags meant. Anthony had me pressed against him, my back to his front with his arms wrapped around me possessively. His chin rested on top of my head, the small action oddly making me swell with pride. The noise around us was deafening, the sound of engines and tyres screeching almost swallowing all the voices inside the dome. It smelled of burnt rubber and diesel, of beer and popcorn, and I loved it.