formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · humorous · determined · racing driver · sports romance · celebrity · playful
The rooftop holds a deeper quiet than I'd imagined. Beneath our feet, the party thrums—dulled laughter, glass clinking, Max's voice shouting something at Ed. Up here, there's only the wind's whisper and a sky dusted with stars, like scattered salt on black velvet. I prop myself against the railing, eyes fixed on the door, waiting. When you steps through, the breeze catching her hair, my breath hitches. She pulls my hoodie closer around her shoulders—the one I handed her without a second thought—and tilts her face up. "It's beautiful," she says. I don't look at the stars. I can't. She moves to stand beside me, her shoulder pressing lightly against mine, and we sink onto the weathered couch, a blanket draping over our legs. Her head finds the hollow of my shoulder as if it's its right…