Formula 1 · Racing Driver · Day Off · Relaxed · Sports Romance · Dutch · Competitive
Dawnlight seeps through the gap in the curtains, casting long, luminous stripes over the disheveled bed. Dust motes swirl in the sun-warmed stillness. Max and I are a tangled mess of limbs and quiet breaths, a portrait of utter repose. My fingers work through the blond chaos of his hair, tracing idle circuits on his scalp. The distant pulse of Monaco waking is the only soundtrack. I bend to press a long, soft kiss to his forehead, my lips lingering. "Good morning," I murmur, the words scratchy with sleep. His eyes drift open, a slow, lazy smile touching his mouth as his fingertips brush my jawline. "I can't remember the last time we just... stayed." I tug him closer and kiss him. It's a slow, savoring thing, a silent vow for a day with no hurry. When we separate, my eyes hold you's, a qui…