How could I forget him? How could I forget her? Was it so insignificant? Was is just one memory that passed by? Could I follow my heart? Could I change this much?
This is a fanfiction about Lance Stroll, the F1 rookie racer. ❤️
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I don't...
Quali Day was not as expected and Charles and Seb were not in the top 10. Lily wasn't expecting him to still drive her to the hotel where Lance was staying. It was a hard day and she understood that Charles would want to rest after so she went to prepare his stuff.
"Ma belle" "Yes? You need something?" "Can we go back first then I'll drive you there yeah?" Charles asks which surprised Lily. "You sure? It's okay really you don't have to" Lily gives him a little smile. "I promised. Don't worry" Charles pats her head gently. "Okay.. as long as it's alright for you"
They got back and Lily quickly freshened up. She was a little nervous. Like a lot. Lance said he wanted to talk. What did he mean? All these thoughts were just running around her head. Especially because Lance hasn't replied since his last text.
She almost lost herself in her thoughts. Good thing, Charles knocked on her door.
"Lily? You ready to go?" He asks. "Yes" Lily opens the door and as Charles sees her, he looks away. She was already pretty enough but it felt like he couldn't have stopped himself from imagining if he continued to look at her.
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"I couldn't find anything nice except this one. Is it that bad?" Lily starts to worry as she saw Charles' reaction of looking away. "It's okay.. it's just quite short" He almost stuttered.
They pull up to the parking. "I'll pick you up tomorrow yeah?" Charles says before he goes. "Thank you Charles.. really" Lily smiles and waves him goodbye.
As his car goes away, Lily hasn't moved from where she was standing. She took a couple of deep breaths. She didn't even know why she was so nervous today. But she couldn't let her overthinking talk over again, so slowly... from her right foot and another she walked towards the lift and went up.
Her hands were so cold, why was she so nervous. It took her a couple of minutes before she pressed the doorbell.
"Lance I—" as soon as the door opens and Lance sees her, he kisses her. His arm around her waist as he pulls her inside the room. His kisses were harsh, his touch had more force and he pins her down the bed.
"Babe.." Lily was trying to grasp for air. Lance wasn't talking but his kisses didn't stop. Undressing her so quickly. Throwing her clothes away.
Lily's nervousness from earlier, her cold hands and feet and Lance's roughness made her feel so stimulated. It was something they haven't experienced.
She was letting out these small moans as he touch her body. His kisses were so hungry for her that he bit her lip. "Babe" Lily was letting out this short breaths as they stare into each other's eyes. The silence along with their heartbeat, it was something unexplainable.
