: ̗̀➛ part four of the
one for the road series
RENEGADE / CS55
"is it insensitive for me to
say get your shit together
so I can love you?"
carlos sainz had never been a player.
however, he had also never had his...
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you'll see me in hindsight 🎶 wildest dreams by taylor swift
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THE SCENT of rain on a warm summer evening envelops me as sunlight filters through the curtains. Warm breath causes goosebumps to raise on the back of my neck, and I'm suddenly aware of the heavy weight of an arm slung around my bare waist. My breath hitches when my gaze finds a mop of luscious locks on the pillow beside mine, lips moving slightly as Carlos mumbles something in his sleep.
Memories from last night come crashing into me together with the sudden throb of a hangover at my temples. At the same time, my legs ache and sparks fly up my skin where Carlos' fingers brush as he shifts in his sleep. I swallow, blinking once, then twice, to try and wake myself from a half-dozing trance. I don't like the way my body feels heavy, how it wants to stay here with the sound of traffic on the other side of the window and Carlos' sleep-heavy breathing accompanying it.
It takes some strict affirmations and a lot of convincing before I gently lift Carlos' arm from my waist and wiggle out from under the covers, careful not to move the bed too much. I have no clue whether he's a heavy or a light sleeper, but based on the fact he barely shifts in his sleep at my movements I would guess the former. It doesn't ease the knot in my stomach as I find my dress discarded in a mess on the floor. Lucky for me, satin doesn't crease easily.
Locating my purse is easy—the vintage Chanel is carefully laid on top of the dresser, and after it I find my heels near the door. It's almost too easy to get dressed and slip my way out of the door, but the feeling in my chest as I take one look at Carlos' peaceful, sleeping expression is not an easy one to process.
A one night stand. That was all this was, I remind myself, and yet I have a sinking feeling that this won't be the last time I remove myself quietly from Carlos' hotel room. As my heels click against the marble lobby floor, I nod a quiet good morning towards the sweet receptionist, who flashes me a smile and a knowing glance in response. I square my shoulders—I know what a woman in heels and a short, tight dress looks like coming out of a hotel room at 8 am in the morning, but I can't find myself to care about anyone's opinion. They didn't get fucked halfway to heaven, and I did.
It takes one quick google maps search to find my way back to Lando's apartment and luckily for me it's a couple of blocks down, so once I step into the morning air, the sun greeting me warmly, I remove my heels and follow my phone screen's navigation.
Ten minutes later I'm in front of Lando's front door and the key he has given me hides at the bottom of my purse. After rummaging through it for a second I find it and unlock the door, making my way inside as quietly as possible. The door clicks shut behind me and I stay silent for a brief moment, listening for any signs of either Lando or Eleanor being awake.
