"And if you have a minute, why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know?"
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Maya Beaulieu, born and raised in Montreal, has heard the stories about Lance Stroll, the boy who grew up down the street of where she lived. All the reason to stay...
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𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚊'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟
October 21st, Montreal, Canada
It's been two long weeks. But I finally managed to satisfy my publisher with the outcome of my sequel, and they agreed with the new story idea.
Those two weeks also included one week of a 7-hour time difference with Lance, and us barely being able to talk, and barely being able to meet up during his week back in Montreal. Which wasn't entirely my fault, since he started training double his usual times.
I found him in the treehouse once. And he was quiet, uneasy, as if something was bothering him, but he didn't want to talk about it. Shrugged it off as 'just another fight with dad, nothing unusual.'.
So, I let it go, and texted him afterwards that he could always text or call me if he needed someone to talk to.
Qualification granted him a 6th place start, he ended up 5th in the sprint race. I had to Google it before sending him the text congratulating him.
He immediately calls, "Since when do you watch Formula One?" He asks, teasing.
"I don't watch it," I chuckle. "I googled your results."
"You should've said something more romantic, for example: 'Since I hopelessly and completely fell head over heels for your irresistible charms.' or something like that."
I am unable to hold my laughter, "You're absolutely delusional, Lance."
"Am I?"
I can't deny feeling something for Lance, but I am not going to make it that easy for him to make me admit it.
"We're having fun," I say in a similar teasing tone.
"Fun?" He scoffs playfully. "We've been having lots of fun, Maya. And I enjoy it very much."
"We've had sex twice. You're insufferable."
"Ah, there's my favorite line again. That's just you saying you like me, so I'll take it as a compliment, and get dressed so I can go to my sponsor event."
I laugh, "If that makes you feel good, you think that."
"It makes me feel very good. I missed you this week."
"I missed you too, Lance." I admit, a small smile tugging at my lips, and I am glad he isn't able to see it.
"I'll see you soon, ma bella."
"Have fun with your sponsors."
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October 22nd, Montreal, Canada
With a groan, I turn around and grab my ringing phone from the nightstand. It is 2:13 in the middle of the night, but when I see Lance's name as the caller, I am wide awake.
