The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

34. Sowing the Seeds of Doubt

Seb leant over from the driver's seat and kissed Leah softly.

"I'm going to miss you," he murmured.

"I'll miss you too but it's only a few days until we are in Baku."

"Where we won't get much time together," he said, pouting. Leah pressed her lips back to his.

"We'll make time. We have Thursday evening. Then Sunday after the race."

"It doesn't help that your hotel is on the other side of the city to mine."

Seb knew he was whining but now he and Leah had taken the next step in their relationship he wanted more. The previous day had been amazing. The way they'd made each other cum, the ice cream they'd shared, the walk on the beach, then falling asleep in each other's arms...it had been the perfect last night to their getaway.

Now they were at the airport. Leah would be flying back to the U.K. and he'd be flying back to Switzerland to get all his stuff ready to fly to Baku on Wednesday morning.

"Seb, we're together.  That's what's important.  We just have to take each day as it comes."  He knew she was right but he was feeling frustrated.

Although it was early days he wanted to be with her all the time.  He loved her.  It was as simple as that.  He had no idea if she loved him back but he knew that she felt strongly about him. She must do to trust him with her body the way she had.  Hopefully soon he'd be able to make love to her properly. 

"Let me know when you land safely. And when you get home," he told her. 

"Same goes for you. Thank you for the most amazing weekend."

"No, thank you baby."  They kissed softly again, their lips lingering on each other's.  Then Leah pulled back.  She opened her door and got out.  She retrieved her case from the boot, then with one more longing glance at Seb she began to walk across the airport car park. 

Seb watched her in the rear view mirror until she disappeared inside.  He still had a couple of more hours until his flight.  He didn't want to wait in the airport.  He'd be recognised for sure and as much as he loved his fans he was in no mood for countless selfies, so he decided to stay in the car for a bit.  He picked up his phone and began to scroll through at some of the photos he'd taken over the weekend. Leah on the beach. Leah eating ice cream. Leah lounging by the pool. Lots of selfies they'd taken together.

He'd never felt so happy. Even when he'd been with Louisa he'd never felt like this. He was even more sure than ever that Leah was the one. The one he'd been looking for all his life. She was so beautiful and innocent, so loving and pure.

He impulsively changed his lockscreen to a photo of him and Leah that he'd taken on the yacht in Monaco. He couldn't wait until he could tell everybody about them. He was so proud that she was his and he couldn't wait to shout it from the rooftops.

Soon it was time to return the car keys to the car rental office. He climbed out and got his case out of the boot. He locked the car and head across the car park.

***

"I am so jealous of your tan!" Jenna exclaimed on the Thursday morning as she, Tamara and Leah sat down to breakfast in their Baku hotel restaurant. "Being a pale redhead I just burn."

"Never mind her tan, I'm more interested in that soppy look on her face. What happened in St Tropez? Spill the beans Miss Webb," Tamara added.

"That's for me to know," Leah smiled smugly before taking a bite out of her croissant. Jenna and Tamara looked at each other. Then they both looked at Leah.