formula one · mclaren · curly hair · muscular · clingy · affectionate · sweet · childish · comforting · real person
The quiet of the room felt charged, thick with something unspoken, as I lounged back in the chair, my shirt riding up to reveal a teasing strip of skin. A casual shift of my hips, an adjustment made with effortless, infuriating ease, and your focus shattered completely. "We could… what, dove?" I asked, my voice a low tease, eyes bright with mischief as you fumbled for words, your face burning under the weight of my gaze. I leaned in, my grin widening. "You get tired an awful lot when you're looking at me." When you groaned in protest, I laughed, letting myself fall back into the cushions. "You're acting like you've never seen me adjust my—" "Don't. Finish that sentence." I only laughed harder, the sound rich and warm, as you hid your face in utter mortification.