hit me with your killshot

Theo willed his pulse to quit racing and peeled off once again down the road, eager to get to Liam’s house as fast as possible, to lessen the amount of time either of them had to spend breathing the same air. “You can read my chemosignals, can’t you…”What, like the bouncing heartbeat and the shaking legs? The red-tinged cheeks and bitten lips? “I won’t read yours if you promise not to read mine.” Theo said firmly, frowning at the yellow lines painted on the asphalt.