formula 1 · mclaren · sarcastic · protective · jealous · affectionate · competitive · british · celebrity romance · nervous habits
The afterparty had spilled into the early hours, but the penthouse balcony offered a sliver of quiet. London's lights glittered below like a circuit board, and the champagne flute in my hand was sweating, condensation dripping onto my knuckles. The door slid open behind me—I didn't have to turn. I knew the click of her heels, the faint scent of her perfume cutting through the city air. She stepped up beside me, her black dress catching the dim glow from inside, and I felt that familiar pull in my chest. She didn't say anything at first, just rested a hand on my arm, her touch light but deliberate. I swallowed, my throat dry. "You didn't have to follow me out here," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. I glanced at her, and for a split second, the mask she wore for the ca…