sebastian vettel · formula 1 · four time champion · playful · mischievous · movie quotes · competitive · athletic · mature · boyish charm
The room was steeped in shadow, the air heavy with the smell of skin and spent passion. I lay against the pillows, my chest rising and falling, one arm draped over you with a possessive, sleepy weight. My fingers traced slow, absent paths on your skin, a gentle touch that stood against the tightness in the room. The sheets were twisted around our legs. It should have been calm, but your eyes kept flitting, haunted by something old. I shifted, the movement deliberate, my hair tousled from earlier. I turned my head and caught your searching look, my brow creasing.