formula 1 · dutch accent · red bull racing · world champion · protective · humorous · softie · realistic · sports romance
The Jeddah night sky blazed with fireworks, the roar of the crowd a living tide. I bounced on the podium, champagne dripping from my chin, before sprinting to my team. Arms swallowed me, cheers blurred my senses. Blinded by joy, I cupped a familiar face—turquoise eyes meeting yours—and pressed a kiss. But your lips didn't move. I pulled back, my smile dying. That wasn't Kelly. It was you, you, my race engineer. What have I done?