mirrorball | max verstappen

1.2 melbourne inc photoshoot

[i'd think i can say i'm the queen of random chapter drops, but i wanted to give you lovely readers a treat, also please check out my other story SOUR ( oscar piastri) thats posted on my page. things are starting to heat up between max and marcy. 

any one have any ship name ideas?]

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Marcy had spent most of the 31st sleeping and catching up on her jet lagged body, the weekly changing time zones was more than she was used to. Max and she were sharing a room, but it was not awkward at all, he was respectful about the pillow divider wall between then. Even though she wanted nothing more than to curl into his arms, she was trying to be respectful. Isobel was meeting her today; they were to drive out to the shoot location. Isobel had picked up the car and Marcy was more than excited to be driving again, because Max never let her drive.

Marcy had just changed into a white button-down long sleeve shirt, a white pleated skirt, and a baby pink cardigan. The weather was cold enough for a cardigan but warm enough for a skirt. She paired it up with white air jordans. Lately she was wearing less jewelry, just her favourite bear gold necklace, her engagement ring, and her grandmother's watch. She brushed her hair, checked her make up grabbed a white purse and headed down to where the others were hanging out.

Max was at the island counter in the kitchen, talking to Daniel, the back door, that lead out to a pool was open and she could hear voices coming into the house. Heidi, who she met yesterday after she finally woke up was walking into the house with an empty pitcher.

"Hey," Heidi said.

"Good morning," Marcy smiled. "Sorry, it took me a bit to get down, I've got the shoot in two hours, and I needed to be ready."

"No issues, I guess Cat will miss you, she doesn't get in till 2 today."

"I should be down around 6 if there are no delays, what are the plans for the evening?"

"We want to go clubbing," Daniel said. "So, we were thinking we do that tonight, once you get back, we can all go out for dinner and then hit the clubs?"

"Sounds good to me." She noticed Max watching her, so she turned to him, he flashed her a smile. "Hi," she said walking closer to him.

"Hi," he replied. They looked into each other's eyes, his reminded her of the ocean when she'd swim underwater. They were so different to her blue eyes, hers were lighter and his were dark, deep, and captivating, like a cyclone drawing her in. "How are you getting there?" he asked.

"Isobel should be here with my rental soon," Marcy informed him. She wanted to kiss him so bad, but she was aware of the other people in the room. It's as if he thought the same thing because in the next moment, she felt him lean in, to hell with the people she guessed. Their lips met, and a content sign slipped hers, she felt Max chuckle against her lips. Kissing him was her new addition, it was as if the whole room fade away when she kissed him. Nothing else mattered to hear other than his lips on hers.