And We're Off

The only thing we have on is the radio.
The air is thick with smoke and excitement.
The tension is tangible.
Can you feel it?
No one wants to make the first move.
Neither wants to be the first.
Yet both of us are feeling the urge.
I can feel the electricity.
Can you?
I say I have to leave, but we both want me to stay.
This has to happen.
I’ll never face you if I don’t go through with it.
Nothing else makes me feel this way.
Oh.
But what if I don’t?
Our eyes connect.
You raise a brow.
We both know I can’t back down.
But will you?
I’ll have endless bragging rights.
It will kill you and fill you with life.
Simultaneously.
I take a step closer.
I’m going to do this.
It’s going to happen.
You tilt your head.
Inquiringly.
I nod.
You give a look.
The call is made.
I steady myself.
My foot hits the gas.
And we’re off.