LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

FIFTY THREE

FIFTY THREE

"Third place is for losers."

Charles Leclerc rolled the brown of his eyes as he heard her angelic voice teasing and mocking him, since he had finished behind her in the race, coming in third place.

His smile grew as she sidled up to him, making him lift one of his arms so that he could wrap it around her shoulders.

Larissa Cohen grinned as she leant in to the Leclerc boys side, resting her head against his shoulder, a light shade of pink flushing over her cheeks as the boy gently kissed her forehead.

"Second place is also for losers." Charles playfully winked at the woman, whilst the two of them walked towards the Mercedes garage.

"But I'm a better loser than you are." Larissa grinned as the two of them came to a halt outside of her driver trailer.

"Maybe so."

Charles gave her a dopey grin as he smiled down at her, his eyes drifting down towards her lips as he repeatedly licked at his own.

The Cohen girl pushed herself up and on to the tips of her toes to close the gap between them, their lips coming together gently.

His soft hand gently cupped at her cheek as their lips moved slowly against one another, finding that her own hands were moving so that one was flat against his chest whilst the other wrapped around the back of his neck with her fingers tangling in his hair.

His heart was rapidly beating in his chest from feeling her under his fingers, wanting to break out from his chest so that she could hold it in her hand and know that it was hers.

His lips clung to hers as if she was the only thing that was giving him life, tingles flooding his body from wherever her touch was which made his stomach do somersaults over and over and over again.

His lungs were empty yet never seemed to be needing air, with the woman in his grasp providing all the air and oxygen that was ever going to be needed.

It was strange, he used to be always out of breath when he was around the Cohen girl but now it was as if he was out of breath when he wasn't around her.

She had become his oxygen.

His lips separated from hers for a couple of seconds, pulling his face away so that he could admire her beauty, seeing her staring up at him expectantly.

His lips formed a pout shape as he gently gave a peck to the tip of her nose, small giggles leaving his throat as he noticed the confused frown that she was giving him.

"Uh-"

Charles muttered quietly as he debated on whether to say what he wanted to, since he knew that if he said what he wanted to, and she didn't react how he wanted her to, that it would break his heart.

"Uh, I-I..." Charles began to nervously chew on his bottom lip, drifting his gaze down since he felt like he couldn't look her in the eye.

"I love you."

As soon as the words left his lips, he wanted to take them back.

He wanted to take them back as soon as he noticed the look of fear fill her face, turning in to one of Dread and denial. Her eyes widened slightly as she took a step back away from him, whilst she started to shake her head from side to side.

The wind was immediately pulled from her lungs as the words left his lips, making her unable to take a single breath as she felt as if she had been winded.

He loved her?

Her breaths became much quicker as the realisation began to sink in, having seen the look on his face as he stared at her as if he was expecting her to say those three little words back to him.