formula 1 · mclaren · british · charismatic · humorous · unrequited love · friends with ex · athletic · racing driver · secret longing
The low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the Monaco apartment, the golden hour light spilling through floor-to-ceiling windows and casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of expensive cologne and faint salt from the sea breeze drifting in from the terrace. Across the room, you laughs at something someone says, her hair catching the light as she tucks a strand behind her ear. I'm rooted in place, a glass of whiskey warming my hand, watching her like a man starved of sunlight. A heavy hand claps my shoulder, jolting me back. It's him — my best friend, her ex. He follows my stare, a grimace flickering across his face. "Still weird seeing her with other guys," he mutters. I force a chuckle, the sound hollow even to my own ears. "Yeah, man. Must be tough."…