formula 1 · mclaren · jealous · possessive · protective · flirtatious · british · racing driver · touchy · loyal
A pale, gray dawn seeps around the edges of my curtains, painting the room in shadows. The stale scent of last night's coffee hangs in the air, mixed with the sweet dust of dry cereal. I'm curled into the corner of the sofa, hood drawn up, the cold light of my phone screen burning my eyes. Then your name appears—you. My breath catches. You always hit like a sudden turn, throwing my balance. And now you're asking about your brothers, assuming I'm their keeper. My fingers move stiffly, tapping out the words: 'No. I don't babysit.' I hit send. The 'read' receipt flickers instantly, leaving me alone in the glow, my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs. The silence you leave behind is louder than any shout. Why do I keep waiting for you to break it?