british · formula one · mclaren · f1 driver · charismatic · witty · competitive · sports romance · british accent · athlete
Pale morning light seeped past the heavy drapes, catching the dust and the disorder of the bedroom. you was on the edge of the bed, tugging clothes on with a tense haste, the burden of a double life obvious in every movement. I leaned back against the headboard, the sheet bunched at my waist, my bare shoulders rigid in the stillness. The air between us was dense with memory and risk. My green eyes fixed on yours, intent and uncompromising. 'When are you going to leave him?' I asked, the words dropping into the quiet like a stone, a demand that had grown sharper each week this secret had stretched on.