"So I was just a fucking bet?"
"Well, I was just a dare, right?"
"Don't you fucking dare to compare some innocent
flirting with taking someone's virginity."
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Jasmine Leclerc gets dared to flirt with current WDC Max Verstappen, while Max in...
Trigger warning: mentions of self harm and depression ★
♬❝ How could you blame me? Growing up is chaotic ❞♬
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»»———— ★ ————«« 64 days until summer break Sunday - Nice, France
It was almost midnight and the airport was nearly empty. Max's idea was go as late as possible to the airport, because it would be less crowded.
He had given me direct instructions on how to get to his private plane, and while occasionally watching the faces around me, I kept looking at my screen to follow his steps.
I felt my heart in my throat and just hoped that Max's plane was nearby now.
"Hey beautiful," I was startled by his voice, but seeing him made me instantly relax.
"Thank God," I whispered as I let Max embrace me in a hug. "I was getting panicked already."
Max chuckled, probably thinking I was joking, "I am glad I went to search for you then."
I felt the heat rising in my cheeks, and I could only imagine the blushing color they carried now. He looked good today, even for such a late-night flight. He noticed me looking at him and winked while grabbing my hand.
"Come on, the plane is over there."
His hand in mine felt nice. It didn't make me uncomfortable like it did with my ex-boyfriends. It didn't feel contradicting.
I just wasn't sure yet if it scared me or not.
"Are you okay?" I felt a light squeeze in my hand and I turned my head to look at Max, he had his eyebrows furrowed in a worried look.
I nodded giving him a smile, "Yes, I am."
I recognized his plane from when I looked through his Instagram page last night, his pilot stood next to the little stairs at the entrance of the plane.
"Let me talk to the pilot really quickly, you can settle yourself already," Max said and gently let to go my hand.
"Okay," I climbed up the stairs and sat down on one of the chairs. It looked very luxurious, but I knew what to expect after my little investigation.
Sleep was growing heavy on my eyes and I yawned. The flight would only take an hour and a half, I could stay awake for that. But when Max finally entered the plane, he found me in a peaceful slumber.
He retrieved a cozy blanket from one of the compartments, carefully unfolded it and draped it over me. I stirred slightly and opened my eyes just enough to catch a glimpse of Max's caring expression.
He noticed my stirring and whispered, "You looked cold; though you might want this."
I mumbled a contented sigh, thanking him for the comfort. As I drifted in and out of sleep, I sensed Max occasionally checking on me.
