Rise Up

Chapter 54: I think I like When It Rains

"How in the world is possible that every time I am in the freaking United Kingdom, it rains!"

After the white flag waved on our love castle, Lando and I decided to fly out at his home in Woking. The next Grand Prix would be his home race and saying he was excited was really an understatement. He wanted to share the whole British experience with me, starting with staying with his roomie Max in his old apartment, meeting the rest of his family for dinner and then wearing his Quadrant merchandise on Thursday, while walking into the paddock.

Let's just say the third point of his wish list was the easiest one- if you don't consider the possible heart attack Susanne will get as my PR media manager handling with the rest of media team.

"Is she always such a walking complain or?" Max asked, mocking me even more.

"Oh, believe me mate, she's even worse." My lovely boyfriend answered chuckling, while taking a few steps towards me.

"Hey you two, I'm right here!" I almost yelled from my spot where I was standing in front of the large window that faced the main street. I was watching cautiously how dark the clouds turned in just a few minutes before releasing tons of drops over the hot asphalt.

Two strong arms locked around my waist, trying to pull me away from the glass but without a great success. It took me less than a second to recognize him, even though he was standing behind me. His typical fresh scent reached my nostrils in an instant and his warm body was pressed against my back.

"Babe, come on. Pull yourself away from the window. You're scaring also the sky, can't you see how much it's crying?" He laughed at his own silly words, making my serious glare fall down suddenly.

"Ha ha, Lan. Sometimes I forgot how I fall in love with your poor sense of humor. I'm just preying God or whoever is running this crazy weather to make it stop, at least for a few days, that's it."

It was impossible to keep a long and straight face at him, whatever I'm mad about. His hands were roaming over my stomach, sometimes flipping on my side with the gentlest caresses ever. His chin was pressed on my shoulder, mostly because we didn't have a big height difference. His shaved cheek started to brush against my exposed neck, as for once- actually as he requested- I had my hair tied up in a tight ponytail.

We were about to go to his parent's house to have dinner with the whole Norris' family, so I was trying to put as much effort as possible to look like a good composed girl in front of them, to look good next to him. I've tried my best choosing an elegant still quite easy outfit for the occasion, I've also painted my nails and styled my hair as Lando has requested.

He said that I have an amazing strong neck- textual words. I've explained him more than thousand times that pulling off my face my hair makes me feel uncomfortable, mostly because of the muscles I have due to racing and also because of the puffy cheeks I have. So I basically wear braids or ponytails just when racing, to avoid loose strings to annoy me while driving, otherwise my hair is wild and free to fall on my shoulders, often in a crazy way. But lately Lando was literally working also on my insecurities as he promised he would: as soon as he heard my shy confessions, he decided to spoil me with showers of compliments, every day, every minute, about how good I look with my suit up, above all with my hair up on my head.

So here I was, in a cute blue navy skirt and a white t-shirt stuck in it, having my hair fixed in a tight ponytail as my boyfriend likes apparently. If a few months ago someone asked me "Would you ever change your looking for your boyfriend?" I would have laugh at his face, probably also making a sassy comment, but looking at me now, in the reflex of the window, tightly engulfed in his arms, made me realize how much power love has on lovers.