IMAGINE: Max had a really bad race and you are in his motorhome to comfort him."Another horrible race. Unbelievable.." he mumbled as he closed the door behind you two. The sad smile appeared on your face.
"Come here baby." you opened your arms wide for a hug, which he gladly accepted and put his strong hands around your waist like a little octopus.
"I'm still proud of you..." you whispered and gently stroked his sweaty hair with your hand. Max was holding you as tight as possible. You were his safe place where he could show his emotional side.
You started slowly pulling away from him, when he stopped you with words.
"Wait, don't pull away... Not yet.. I'm not ready." he whispered back.
You nodded with understanding and held him a little longer. Max found his home in the warmth of your embrace. Everytime.
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valentine's special ; F1
FanfictionThe title speaks for itself ;)) I can assure you that in this book you will find only happy one-shots". ﹂ Consider it as my Valentine's gif for you all. ♡