TWIN FLAME , Carlos Sainz Jr.

Epilogue

Italian Grand Prix at Monza, 2023

 Carlos Sainz had demonstrated his prowess on the track once again. He secured pole position, igniting the spirits of passionate Ferrari fans who had gathered at the historic circuit.

The race was a thrilling spectacle, as Formula 1's finest talents battled fiercely on the iconic circuit. Carlos, in his scarlet Ferrari, navigated the high-speed straights and tight chicanes with finesse. The Tifosi cheered their beloved team, and the air was filled with a symphony of engine roars and enthusiastic voices.

As the checkered flag waved, Carlos Sainz crossed the finish line in third place. The roar from the crowd was deafening, and the podium beckoned. Standing on that podium, under the bright Italian sun, Carlos couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment. It was a testament to his skill, dedication, and the unwavering support of his team and fans.

The national anthem played, and the Spanish flag rose high above the sea of red in Monza. Carlos took his place on the podium, a proud representative of Scuderia Ferrari. The trophy gleamed in the sunlight, and the podium ceremony was a euphoric celebration of racing excellence.

After the festivities, Carlos made his way to the Ferrari garage, where he was met with cheers and applause from his team. Valentina, standing nearby, wore a beaming smile, her pride in him evident in her eyes.

As the jubilant celebration continued in the Ferrari garage, Valentina couldn't help but wear a proud smile, her eyes gleaming with admiration for Carlos. She had always believed in him, and now, standing there amid the victorious chaos, she felt an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment.

Carlos, still basking in the glory of his podium finish, turned to her, his eyes filled with a different kind of hunger. Leaning in close, he whispered into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. "Let's go upstairs," he suggested, his voice filled with a desire that made her heart race.

Valentina, momentarily taken aback, glanced around at the bustling garage, filled with the Ferrari team, media, and fans. "Why now, Carlos? You've just won a race, and there are so many people around," she replied, trying to suppress a grin.

With an enticingly mischievous smile, Carlos leaned in even closer, his lips tantalizingly close to her earlobe. "Because I want to do things to you," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper, "things I cannot do in the middle of all this."

Valentina's cheeks flushed at his audacious suggestion. "Carlos Sainz, be respectful," she scolded playfully, "we are at the circuit, in the garage."

His lips curled into a devilish grin. "That's exactly why," he said, taking her hand, "come upstairs."

With a coy yet intrigued expression, Valentina allowed herself to be swept away by her victorious, daring boyfriend.

Once they reached the driver's room Carlos closed the door behind them, muffling the noise from outside.

Valentina's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she teased, "Carlos Sainz, are you trying to take advantage of getting a podium?"

Carlos grinned devilishly, his eyes locked onto hers. "Maybe just a little," he confessed, closing the distance between them. He kissed her passionately, his lips meeting hers in a fervent embrace that spoke of desire and longing.

"Carlos Sainz, you're insatiable," Valentina whispered between kisses, her voice a sultry invitation.

He chuckled, his voice husky. "You have no idea, Val."

However, amidst the heat of their passion, Carlos halted their fervent embrace. Valentina, breathless and desiring more, looked at him with a question in her eyes.