Perfect Disaster-Charles Leclerc

twelve

 He hesitates, he thinks about it, he is the rational one, the one in his full knowledge, I on the other hand am stopping thinking, I am stopping worrying about what others think: do I want to run? I will run. Risk? I will, if I feel like it. Max is the right person, he could never hurt me, in any way he could. I take a step back as he still looks behind me, but he's quicker than me to grab my wrist and pull me back to himself,

 "I won't ask you to kiss me, Verstappen." 

He looks at me crookedly as he hears his last name, his head hits the wall, he takes a breath and reverses positions 

"verstappen? You don't want to challenge me like that"

 I raise my hands in surrender, I close my eyes for a second as if to let go of all the alcohol towards my courage

 "well, I'm sure someone would want to challenge me"

 I look behind him and lower my glasses winking at the boy behind him, I feel like the sluttiest of girls, but I want a reaction, a confidence, a fact that says to me 

"fuck April, you're going to drive me crazy"

 I smile slightly back to his blue eyes that are now the colour of a cloudy day. I run my tongue over my now dry lips from the alcohol, I perform this movement slowly, nibbling the end of my bottom lip, His eyes shift over the wall, he clenches his jaw and rests one hand on the wall and the other on my hip, he takes a deep breath, when he returns to me my eyes find him in a second, still looking for that challenge. He doesn't say anything he quickly runs his hand from my hip to my cheek and kisses me as if it all depended on it, my back is in contact with the cold wall, he deepens the kiss by bringing his hand almost to the back of my head, that shiver goes through my entire back, I feel my heart beat honour his, there isn't an inch between us, I could turn to feel his body burning under my hand, I bring one to the side of his cheek and the other behind his neck to hold myself up

 "fuck"

 he tries to say between moments until I move for a second, I catch my breath, his lips are red from the pressure applied with them, I look at him from head to toe and smile slightly, now I understand that exclamation, he has a slight problem he needs to solve 

"I think you're busy" 

I tease him as I try to escape that sight before the alcohol gives way for me, but he squares up in front of me and I back up against the wall, I look him in the eye and tilt my head slightly

 "vestappen? " 

He has a bitter and satisfied but also amused smile 

"you will help me" I shake my head smiling slightly 

"me? Maybe another time" he takes another step towards me and our noses touch for a moment and I breathe slightly 

"can you find another one?" He laughs and looks at another spot then back at me

 "another one better than you? I could literally make you die for me here" 

I'm sure my face is flushed, but I don't know if it's from the sentence or the alcohol I drank, I look down at the floor, I don't have the courage to answer, I drank too little 

"you don't dare me to do that?" 

I look up at him and smile slightly, I move closer to him and make our bodies touch once more, I make sure to be the most useless of solutions, I move closer to his ear and whisper 

"not tonight "

I leave a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth and step under his arm giving him a wink and walking towards the private room. I sit on the small sofa and lean my head against the back of it taking a breath, it was intense, maybe too much. I can feel my legs damp, my breathing short. I always knew how to play these games, but I didn't remember how good it felt:that feeling of having everything under control, you're in control and if you wanted you could have him bent over in a second, even the most confident