I put my arms behind his head. "Yes." And I pull his lips on mine.
He kisses me back softly.
"I have to go to the podium." He puts me down.
"Okay, go get your trophy, you really deserved it. I'll be on the ground with Red Bull."
"You're not that tall, but I'll find you."
"You better find me."
"Or what?"
"Or nothing, but you have to go now."
"I'll find you Sky!"
A reporter walks up to me. "You were just kissing Mr. Gasly, and now he's yelling death threads at you, hoe does that make you feel?"
"Calm down, why are you guys overthinking everything. I said that I was going to be with the Red Bull team for the podium celebration and he said that he would find me in the crowd.
What do you mean death threats, he would never do that. That's bullshit."
"Can you please not say those words."
"No, you walked up to me to ask me a stupid question and how I felt about that, and this is how I feel about that. You made the choice to walk up to me, I didn't choose to talk to you, and I don't know why I still am. Have a nice day."
I walk away to Pierre's room. I'm really sorry for Pierre but I'm not in the mood of watching the podium celebration right now.
Pierre comes walking inside with his trophy and his bottle champagne. "Here you are, I couldn't find you."
I show him the video what made me sit here.
He hugs me. "You reacted perfectly, I couldn't do it any better. It's okay that you weren't there, I completely understand. Do you want to go to the hotel?"
"Can we take a walk please?"
"Of course, let me change first."
Pierre changes into normal clothes and we leave the paddock to walk to the beach. "It's beautiful here."
"Wait until you see the beaches where I went to when I grew up."
"You went to the beach?"
"Yes, a lot, in my childhood with my family, and when I got older to clear my head."
"How are your swimming skills?"
"They're okay, I mean I wouldn't say that I can't swim or something."
"How many certificates do you have then?"
"8."
"Eight?! And you say that they're okay. If I would be drowning you could save me."
"Yes, if I want to I can."
Pierre grabs my shoulders and turns me around so that I'm facing him. "Sky, you are a fantastic swimmer."
"You haven't even-"
"No, I know, I haven't seen you swim before, like real swimming and not in a mini swimming pool on vacation, but you don't get 8 certificates with doing nothing. You worked hard for them Sky. You can save lives, let that sink in. Not everybody knows how to do that. You're a better swimmer then I'll ever be. Why did you stop?"
I look down, and Pierre understands it.
"Do you feel comfortable enough to swim in public again?"
"I hesitate before giving my answer."
"Yes, yes I do."
"Okay, you and me, on Tuesday."
I smile and give him a hug. "I love you."
"I love you too."
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