The Dutch Grand Prix [EN] [16+]

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When I come out of the camper with our tea, he is looking at my laptop screen. "Were you still working?" he asks. "Yes, I had to finish some work before the weekend," I reply while I sit down. I look at my screen again and realise that I did not finish on what I was working. I put my tea down and start working again.

After a while George states "you are very concentrated on everything you do." I swiftly look up before I continue. "Sorry. I really must finish this otherwise I forget where I left off. After that, I am all yours." He chuckles again and takes a sip of his tea.

I close my laptop. "All done," I say as I turn to him. "I already finished my tea," he says. "And yours is probably cold by now," he continues. "Sorry, do you want some more?" I reply as I stand up to get some more. He hands me his cup on my way to the door.

I return with our filled cups and sit down next to him. Once I sit, I chuckle softly because I realise, he put his chair as close to mine as possible. He looks at me. "You are even more stunning when you smile," he says. My cheeks turn red. Hopefully, he will not be able to see it in the dark. "Where are your mom and bonus dad then?" he asks. "Oh, they rented a house on the campsite next to this one. I prefer camping and that way we both have a bit of privacy," I reply. "So, you are already living by yourself then?" he asks with an astonished look on his face. I smile and tell him that I already have my own apartment for five years now. He looks even more astonished. "You must have grown up fast then," he replies wondering. "My parents split up when I was twelve. It was not a nice ambiance in both homes after that so I wanted to leave as soon as I could. At 18 years old I was living by myself. No more fights, no more moving from house to house. I could finally create my own peace," I tell him when I turn my head towards him. "Sorry I did not mean to tell you all that," and I look back to my cup of tea. Then I feel his hand under my chin again, softly lifting my head up and turning it towards him. "Hey, do not ever feel sorry, okay? You can tell my anything," he tells me. I nod like a little kid and he takes away his hand so I take a sip of tea.

"What are you wearing by the way?" he asks while looking at my pink joggings with skiing socks on top of them and my flip-flops. I look as if it is quite normal what I am wearing when I say, "my comfy clothes." He laughs. "It should be forbidden to dress like this," he states. To defend myself I ask him in disguise what he is wearing. "Just normal clothes," he replies. I shake my head laughing. "Don't you have to prepare for tomorrow?" I ask. "Can I not have an evening off?" he replies. I smile, "Of course, but you already spend a lot of time with me this afternoon." "Yes, I did, but I wanted to spend more time with you," he explains. In surprise I turn my head towards him when he continues, "I could not stop thinking about you when you left." The tingling in my stomach is back, more intense this time. What a rare guy is George Russell. So famous and yet so pure. I glance at him with a smile and decide it is my turn to make him feel comfortable. So, I lean in and kiss him.