Pretending | Max Verstappen

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Zoe

The door shut behind him as he turned us and pressed me against it, his lips still on mine. But this time my mind was way clearer than before and I therefore pushed him away.

"What the hell Max."

I didn't even realized that I said his first name again but this was my smallest problem at the moment. But the Dutch didn't say anything and just raised an eyebrow in question.

"What are you doing here?" I asked and got a bit angry that he just stormed into my hotel room, "Did Christian or Raymond told you to come here?"

Verstappen laughed and turned around while stepping further into my hotel room before turning towards me again.

"Why do you always think they have something to do with my actions, is it really so hard to believe that I do something on my own?"

My silents and look were answer enough for him and he rolled his eyes and went with his fingers through his hair.

"I came here because was confused after what happened in my drivers room the other day. I wanted to know if it was real what I felt there."

Now I was the one laughing and I took a step back from the door my back was still leaning against.

"Oh what did you feel, how much you actually hate me. Do you regret that you kissed me there? Did you come here to mess with me once again?"

I wanted to pass him and go over to my bed but Verstappen grabbed my wrist and turned me around so my back was again against the wall next to him. He took a step closer and was now millimeters away from me, looking down at me.

"No." he started much calmer than he used to, "It felt good, it felt right and I came here to see if my feelings will be the same if I kiss you again."

His nearness and calm voice did something to me and somehow I could no longer be mad at him.

"And did you feel the same." I whispered while glancing up to him.

"I don't know, I guess I need to kiss you again to find out." he said as quiet as I did while putting his hand against the wall next to my head, "If that's okay for you."

Nervous as I was I just could nod my head while biting on my lower lip. My look went down to his full lips and suddenly I wished nothing more than to feel his lips back on mine. Slowly they were coming closer towards mine and I simply closed my eyes.

Still there was a fear inside me that he would back off and just laugh at me but it quickly disappeared when I felt his lips on mine. His other hand found its way to my jaw and neck and he hold me tight while kissing me slowly.

After a short moment of uncertainty I started kissing him back and I could feel a smile from him against my lips. My arms found their way around his waist and I pulled him even closer so that he was now leaning against me.

The kiss was much calmer and with more feelings than the one in his drivers room. There we just blew off our steam from the day and everything but this kiss now was way more emotional and I wondered how someone like Verstappen was able to show such emotions.

A couple moments later our lips parted but he didn't step back or anything, he just smiled at me. I expected my emotions to go crazy but somehow they were sorted and calm and to my surprise they were perfectly fine with this moment and the person in front of me.

"And?" I asked curious but also with a bit of uncertainty.

"It was" he started but before he could continue there was a knock on the door.