I Dare You, I Bet I Can - Max Verstappen

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I felt a palpable silence behind me and turned around. Jasmine was standing at the door opening, staring at me with one of my shirts in her hand. She stuck a strand of her hair behind her ear as she dipped her chin, trying to hide the red on her cheeks.

"How long have you been standing there?"

She didn't reply, instead, she just closed her eyes and held out the hand with my shirt.

I walked up to her, and gently took her chin in my hand, "It's okay to stare, I don't mind," I tilted her face upwards, making her face me properly. "Open your eyes, Jasmine."

She opened her eyes, the emerald green of her eyes meeting the blue of mine, her gaze fixed tightly on my face. I smirked, "You liked what you saw?"

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she seemed momentarily lost for words.

I leaned in closer, our faces inches apart, "Cat lost your tongue?" I teased, and my breath tickled her lips. "You can touch me if you want."

She finally found her voice, a soft and almost breathless whisper, "I... I didn't expect you to be..."

I raised an eyebrow playfully, "Be... what, Jasmine?"

"Shirtless."

She swallowed, her eyes still tightly focused on my face. I was almost a head taller than her, so her neck must have started to get sore from looking up at me.

I lowered my hand from her chin and let it gently trail down her arm until I reached the shirt she was holding. My fingers brushed against hers as I took the shirt from her hand. With a smirk plastered on my lips, I took a step back and slipped the shirt over my head. The fabric covering my bare chest.

"Better?" I teased her once more as she finally lowered her neck.

Her cheeks still carried the red colour, and she smiled shyly, looking up once more to meet my gaze. I took a step closer to her again, closing the distance I had created before. My fingers gently grazed her rosy cheek, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and I leaned in slowly, capturing her lips in a soft kiss.

"Thank you for this shirt."

"No problem," Her smile still carried a hint of embarrassment or maybe it was just nervousness. It was like we were back at the club in Monaco where she was all shy and nervous too when we flirted. "Next time, be more careful with whatever you spilled on yourself."

I smirked, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood for herself, "Noted. I'll try not to make a habit of undressing in front of you. Unless you want me to."

"Very smooth, Max," She chuckled, and I noticed a slight change around her.

"I was just saying," I laughed along.