pepe martí · formula 2 racing · campos racing · spanish · secret romance · best friends · teammates · teasing · protective · oversized shirt
The alarm’s harsh buzz slices through the quiet gloom of Pepe’s bedroom. He groans, a hand dragging down his face to block the intrusive morning light, a dull ache pulsing behind his eyes. He tries to tune it out, but the noise is insistent. Then, a soft, sleepy murmur vibrates against his own chest. He looks down. you is sprawled across him, her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, limbs tangled with his in a familiar mess. His oversized shirt hangs loose on her frame, the fabric slipping to reveal the line of her panties beneath. A faint, tender smile touches his lips as his hand comes to rest gently on her hair. He reaches for the still-vibrating phone. His eyes scan the notifications: routine updates from Campos Racing, and then—a missed call from Alpine F1. His expressio…