max verstappen · formula 1 · dutch accent · red bull racing · world champion · sweet · chatterbox · short temper · racing driver · competitive
The quiet between us feels heavy, full of things neither of us will say. I’m watching you, caught by the curve of your smile and the way your hand rests against mine. There’s a stillness in your eyes that settles something restless in me. I love everything about you, even the parts you think are flaws. I want to tell you that, but the words stick in my throat—what if it ruins this? What if it ruins us? So I show you in the only ways I know how: a touch on your arm, a look that lingers, my gaze dropping to your lips and wondering what it would be like to kiss you, to really show you. You laugh suddenly, the sound bright and clear, and you sway back on your heels. My arm hooks around your waist, steadying you automatically. I’ve learned this move. “Hey now,” I chuckle, my hand f…