Until Tomorrow
Chapter 7: Third floor
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Author's Note: mydracomalfoy-you rock. My writers block is still there but I'm trying to work my way around it. I just got a new computer! Woot. Suggestions are always loved...as long as you don't say "Let's kill off Race/Spot" but other than that, go ahead! Thanks for reading!!
Spot's POV
I watched Race drift off to sleep, thinking- I am an idiot. Those brown eyes staring at mine, those lips kissing mine, that neck of his, everything about him...and when I stop and have the chance to tell him something romantic, the first thing out of my mouth is "Don't tell anyone about the scars..." Who the fuck says that? Smooth one Conlon; you can say anything to some broad, who doesn't give a shit about you, but to Racetrack Higgins, you open your big mouth and blurt out something unromantic...Smooth.
I ran my fingers through my hair and continued staring at Race. I remember the first time I met him. I was in Harlem because Blade had wanted to talk to me about some girl that I was seeing at the time. And Blade wasn't at his lodging house yet and there was a poker game going on, so I watched it. Racetrack had just won a fair amount of money and one of the guys thought he cheated. The next thing Race knew, he was throw up against a wall and being punched at, called a lair at, and in pain. I took out my cane and tapped the guy on the shoulder and told him to leave him alone. The guy dropped him automatically. Sometimes power's a good thing. After I was done talking to Blade that night I found Racetrack outside with his stuff. He asked me where to go and I took him to Manhattan. He's stayed there ever since.
I had forgotten about Race being in Harlem earlier. Harlem...ugh...Harlem. I don't want a big brawl. But that's all going to be settled tomorrow hopefully. I ran my fingers over Race's sleeping face and sighed, "Until tomorrow..."