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Still hungover from yesterday, the two girls had decided to not drink on the yacht for now. The whole afternoon had been filled with countless funny conversations with everyone and lots of body contact between Lucia and Charles. She had told him all about her evening last night, except for the kiss of course, which she may or may have left out on purpose. Charles being the guy he is, made her drink lots of water so she wouldn't be dehydrated after drinking so much.

Now the sun was starting to set and Lucia was sitting on the deck of the boat, letting the sun dry her wet skin. A few minutes before, she was practicing her backflips into the water with Charles and his brother. All three of them were exhausted now.

"I really enjoyed this today. We should do it again"  the green eyed boy said to Lucia.

His voice made her insides twist and she felt butterflies in her stomach. She felt like she was 14 years old again, back at the track, secretly taking pictures of him, but still trying to make him notice her somehow. Except now he really saw her.

He wrapped a towel around her, when he noticed the goosebumps on her skin. Little did he know that the reason for those had not been the cold breeze, but his leg slightly touching hers. Lucia was slowly realizing that this affect he had on her, she had never experienced with anyone else before. Not this strong. Sure she had had lots of crushes in the past, Charles being one of them, and sure she had had a boyfriend before, but it had never felt like this. She asked herself, if it always should've felt like this.

"Yes we should. If I keep this up like today my backflips are going to be better than yours, I can promise you that."  She joked.

Her lips quickly turned into a big smile, when she saw the Monegasque grinning back at her. She loved his smile. It was so contagious, it always made her smile as well.

"Let me be the judge of that. No backflips when I'm not around"  he replied to her, still with a cheeky smile on his face.

They both laughed in harmony and Pierre, Arthur and Marilla watched them from far away. They were all thinking the same thing - these two fit perfectly together.

Charles was already on his drink number four and it was very obvious that the alcohol had started setting in. Usually, he tried to be very gentle and subtle, but he just wasn't able to control himself anymore and he really didn't want to.

He just wanted, no actually he needed to be close to Lucia. After she had put on her big white shirt again, they both sat down on the couch, as he casually put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him. Lucia could tell he was tipsy, but she didn't care. She loved bold Charles even more and never in a million years would she miss out on the opportunity to be held by Charles Leclerc. She also wasn't very outgoing, especially with boys and she liked it when people showed interested in her publicly. But Pierre was driving back to the dock to pick up some people for the party and Lucia and Marilla had agreed to go home early, for obvious reasons.

Now Lucia was trying to explain to Charles why she was going to leave now, but he was drawing circles on her arm with his thumb, while his green eyes intensely stared at her. She was trying to pull herself together and form a whole sentence, but was failing miserably. He definitely knew what he was doing.

"Please stay here. Stay with me."  He begged, never breaking the eye contact.

Lucia was struggling to find the right words. She was too stunned about the fact that he had said these words out loud, to her.

"I- uhm, I told you I need sleep and a shower. We can-"  she tried to respond but suddenly, she was at a loss of words, again.

With his free left hand, Charles had gently grabbed her thigh and was stroking her skin with his fingers. She could feel his cold rings pressing against her skin and for the second time today, she felt a knot in her lower abdomen and it wasn't a painful one. She couldn't focus on anything anymore, all she wanted right now was for him to touch her, everywhere. She needed him everywhere, she couldn't explain it.