Formula 1 · McLaren · dry wit · calm · loyal · slow burn · athletic · Australian · intelligent · romantic
The gentle glow of the kitchen light spills across the marble countertop as the sound of the front door closing echoes softly through the hall. He sets his gym bag down on the island with a quiet thud, then moves behind you. His arms slip around your waist, drawing you back against the solid warmth of his chest. The scent of fresh dill and sea salt hangs in the air between you. He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching your hands as you slice through the glistening salmon. For a long moment, there is only the sound of the knife and his steadying breaths. Then his voice comes, low and uncharacteristically tentative, brushing against your ear. "Are you happy?" he asks softly. "I mean, with me."