Keep Me In | DR3 | BOOK 1

59 - Wrong Place, Wrong Time

I was afraid. Perhaps, however, letting that fear take the reigns was what I needed to do this whole time.

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"Hey?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"For?"

"Staying," Daniel smiled, dipping underneath the shower head and letting the water rinse the suds out of his hair.

Unbeknownst to me, Daniel had gotten of bed the next morning long before me to meet Michael for a quick workout before FP1. My confusion as I woke up to the beeping and winding of the hotel key card unlocking the door quickly turned to panic as I realized where I was, the lack of clothing on my body, and the absence of Daniel beside me. In his bed.

Sitting up in his bed like lightning had struck the ground in front of me, covering my personal aura with the duvet and likely looking like a deer in headlights, I was washed with relief as the person that walked through the door was the missing driver in question. We shared a laugh, and Daniel handed me a fresh coffee, before he invited me into the shower with him.

"You don't have to thank me. I had no clue you even left," I switched spots with Daniel as I spoke, moving under the water for no reason other than to keep warm. "Someone did a lovely job of putting me right to bed, and making sure I stayed asleep."

"Oh, and who's that? Did they give you a melatonin?"

I smirked, narrowing my eyes as if preparing to tell Daniel a legend of old, "Not even Thorne has what this guy has."

Daniel gasped in shock, all motion in his body stopping. "Did you just admit to doing drugs?"

"Fuck off," I swatted at his face, or at least attempted to, before Daniel caught my wrist in action and held it to his side, taking the opportunity to grab me entirely and pull me in for a kiss.

And I drowned. Not literally. Figuratively, as his lips touched on mine, the entire world around us stopped at a standstill. The warm water did little to stop the goosebumps raised wherever his body touched mine, especially down where his lower member was beginning to show his true colours.

"FP1," I gasped, looking around the bathroom to check the time.

"You always do that," Daniel groaned, though he knew I was right, reaching around me to shut the water off.

"Hey!" I exclaimed with a laugh, not enjoying how cold the bathroom felt now that I didn't have a heat source.

We were able to towel off without getting too distracted, making sure at least I was dressed before Michael arrived to collect Daniel for breakfast.

"You're welcome to come, you know," Michael threw in politely.

I knew I was welcome, that wasn't the reason I had to decline. Nothing Michael - or Blake, for that matter - did ever made me feel unwelcome, or like I had been butting in. Maybe in another universe, where Dad wasn't their boss and where I wasn't a retired driver, we would be able to do things like that on a race weekend. Things that would suggest to people we were more than friends.