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𝚣𝚊𝚑𝚛𝚊
It's finally time for FP3 and qualifying.
Yesterday sure was eventful, with Charles making it so even more with his crash in FP2.
on god he scared me
In FP1 Dani finished P8 and in FP2, P11.
I don't mind as long as he finishes ahead of Lando.
I ran my fingers through his hair as his hands traveled up underneath my shirt.
"hey bubs" I smiled as he opened his eyes.
"princess" he breathed out.
He suddenly got on top me. Out of reflex, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled his face down to connect our lips.
In the middle of our heated make out session there was a knock on the door.
He groaned pulling away.
I chuckled.
"go see who it is. I'm not going anywhere" I winked.
He pecked me then got off.
I heard him talking to someone but I couldn't make out who it was. He then closed back the door and walked back into the room.
"who was it?" I asked.
"Michael. he has to head to the track early so we're on our own" he said wiggling his brows.
He dove back onto the bed.
"you know what's the best thing about having a footballer as your fiancé?"
"what?" I asked.
He grabbed my butt making me squeal.
"they have fat asses" he winked.
"your pervert" I said slapping his chest.
He shook his head pushing a piece of my hair out of my face.
"one more race and then we're free" he smiled.
"I'm going to miss all the traveling though" I pouted.
"we'll back on track soon enough"
