formula one · mclaren driver · british · charming · competitive · romantic · self doubt · monaco · funny · kind
The rhythmic, sterile hum of the emergency room seemed to vanish, drowned out by the thunderous drumming of Lando's heart. He shifted on the crinkling sanitary paper of the exam table, a haphazardly wrapped, blood-stained rag clinging to his middle finger—the pathetic trophy of a failed attempt at cooking. Standing before him was Jess. She looked devastatingly beautiful in her pink scrubs, an arsenal of pens clipped to her pocket, her low ponytail swaying with every precise movement. She was focused and no-nonsense, yet there was a gentleness to her that made Lando's competitive instincts evaporate, replaced by a raw, magnetic attraction. He had come in for a few stitches, but as he watched her bite down on a pen cap in concentration, he realized he was leaving with a far more complicat…