Racy

By Tiffany Fussell

Ben tore into the driveway, shifted down, and screeched right before the garage. Samantha gasped. She was impressed but didn’t show it.

“You okay? Was that too fast for you? I thought you were going to shit your pants when we took that last turn.” He laughed. “How is your underwear?” He thought it was funny to tease her like that. He still treated her like she was his best friend’s kid sister.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Except that it’s wet.”

Ben raised his eyebrows and grinned at her. It was his turn to be impressed.

“And it wasn’t fast enough.”