Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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When sleep refuses to meet me for our evening rendezvous I glance over at my nightstand clock and see that it's nearly three. It's almost morning at this point. Fuck this, it's no use sleeping anymore so I might as well I have a smoke and a snack, maybe a swim too will all wear me out and allow me the reprieve of a few hours again. It's embarrassing how much I need a need a distraction these days or I can't sleep for missing him. This all comes together to explain why instead of sleeping like a normal person I'm tip toeing around the boat down the galley in search of a bed time snack. Preferably chocolate but beggars can't be choosers.
This really can't be healthy.
The second I round the corner to the kitten I realize I'm not alone.
Because my life is a rom-com, Max is already here with eyes on me so it's too late to run.
Worse still I've resorted to wearing around one of his stolen team shirts in an attempt to making sleep come easier. It didn't, but I didn't take if off either. Something he immediately realizes, a small smile illuminating his face after he puts two and two together about my outfit.
He takes a step forward and tugs on the sleeve. "You're swimming in this."
"It's a look." I say giving him a full princess twirl so the shirt poof up around me as it catches air, voice full of sarcasm in an attempt to mask my nerves. Why does being around him set me on edge lately?
He nods again, smile not leaving his face and somehow making things so much less tense between us immediately. "Yeah, you look pretty damn good in it."
The smallest compliment from him is enough to warm me up from the toes to my noggin.
I hug myself with a grin of my own, "It's really comfortable."
That same old playful brow of his quirks up again, "I was wondering where I lost that one."
Teasing him back because we both know he remembers the weekend it disappeared, I say, "You shouldn't have offered up this shirt if you didn't want me stealing it." Moving past him for the fridge, only for him to grip my wrist and pull me against his chest. He tilts up my chin and says, "Don't make me peel that shirt off you right now."
Oh fuck.
That's not really how I saw this going and now I'm shocked frozen mid breath trying to decide what to do next. How did a quick snack turn into this? My heart threatens to beat out of my chest, but I can't deny the pull he has over me. "Is that supposed to be a threat?" My question is a dare for more, something far too familiar between us though I don't move a muscle.
