Red Hot! (Sebastian Vettel)

32. Leaving It All Behind

Seb cut the engine and stared over at the sleeping woman in the passenger seat. He smiled and reached over, brushing a lock of hair off of her face.
She stirred slightly, making a small murmuring noise that Seb thought was the cutest thing he'd ever heard.

"Libby," he said softly.  "Libby, we're here.  Time to wake up."  She'd been asleep since a few minutes after leaving Zurich airport.   "Libby, come on, you can sleep as much as you want when we get inside."

Libby slowly opened her eyes, momentarily disorientated.  She blinked rapidly until her focus returned.  Seb was smiling at her. 

"Hey sleepy head. We're home."

She turned her head and looked out of the window at the the large converted barn they were parked outside.  "This is your house?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes," Seb replied.  "Home sweet home."

"It's massive!"

"So's my house," he said cheekily. 

Libby's thoughts turned to the massive thing that Seb was referring too. Why was she so addicted to him?

After arriving back at her house the previous afternoon they'd gone out to dinner at the pub like they had the week before, and they'd ended up doing the same thing they had the week before, albeit in a different park. She just couldn't keep her hands off of him, and he was the same with her. 

Seb jumped out of the car and made his way around to the passenger side. He opened Libby's door for her. He held his hand out and she placed hers in it. He helped her out of the car.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he announced, pulling her up against him and kissing her hard and passionately. 

Libby trembled in his arms, her body aching to be possessed by him once again.

Then as soon as the kiss had started, it stopped.  Seb released her and headed to the back of the car to retrieve their cases out of the boot. 

Libby followed him and took her case from him.  Then together they made their way to the front door. 

Seb punched a code into the alarm and then unlocked the door, pushing it open and holding it for Libby to pass through. 

Looking around the entrance hallway, Libby was surprised.  She'd been expecting something minimalistic, a bachelor pad if you like, but this place was a proper home. 

The walls were decorated with framed photos of Seb's family, his parents, his siblings, and with photos of him throughout his career. 

"My mother redecorated for me when Carmen left," he explained.  "I'm not so vain as to put myself on the wall."

Libby walked up to the photo of Seb on the podium at Abu Dhabi, the day he'd won his first world title.   He looked so young, so emotional. 

"I remember watching this," she said softly.  "Not at home obviously.   Mum wouldn't have it on.  I was at Uni at the time, Brandon and I were round a friend's flat."

Seb's body stiffened at the mention of Brandon.  Why was he becoming more and more jealous of a dead man?

"It was a long time ago," he mumbled.

"Time is irrelevant. You are still the same man."

"I have changed a lot Libby," he sighed.  "I've matured."

"Got better in bed?" she teased. 

"Well I think so, obviously you didn't experience me back then so you wouldn't know."