𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍, max verstappen

chapter seven.

today was qualifying at the hungarian grand prix.

the sun shone through the window of max and camila's hotel room, waking the pair who were still entangled in one another's arms.

"morning" max rasped out, kissing camila tenderly, his morning voice igniting something inside of her. probably her heart.

camila lazily smiled, "good morning" she smiled, running her hands across his chest, making her way up to his hair to tangle her fingers through it.

neither wanted to leave each others arms.

but today they both had to be focused for qualifying, as this was the final chance to stay in the fight for the championship, ensuring lewis doesn't go further up in the standings then they'd hope.

so, camila began to pull out of max's arms, but he quickly pulled her back into his chest.

"max" she laughed, "we have to get ready"

he buried his head in the crook of her neck, sighing, "cant you stay here a little longer?" he pleaded.

and it was so hard for camila to not fold right there, leaving behind qualifying and staying in bed with max for the whole day.

but she had a championship to win.

and so did he.

"as much as i would love to stay here with you, we both have qualifying today" she reasoned.

with a sad huff, max managed to get out of bed with camila, but the sight of her body leaving him quite distracted.

after constant kisses and giggles, camila and max managed to get ready for the day. max in his redbull shirt, camila in her mercedes.

finally managing to keep their hands off one another, they stepped out of their room, creating a little distance between each other, but max couldn't help but lightly brush his hand against hers as they walked side by side.

and as they made their way to the elevator, max instantly put his hands back on her. cupping her cheeks and passionately kissing one another, smiling into the kisses and breaking out into a fit of giggles at the silliness of their situation.

it just seemed so impossible that camila rivera and max verstappen would be secretly kissing and touching one another with so much passion, concealing themselves from the world.

but secrets are hard to keep.

the elevator chimed, and with flushed cheeks and swollen lips, max and camila pulled away from one another, creating that painful distance between them again.

max wiped his bottom lip with his thumb, smirking and stealing a quick glance to a nervous and rosy-cheeked camila, who began to walk in the opposite direction as they were off to begin the day.

max couldn't stop smiling.

and neither could camila.

as soon as max made his way to the paddock, in an ecstatic and motivated mood, he decided to make his way to the fans, signing a few hats and taking a couple photos, something he rarely did nowadays as he was so caught up with the championship.

"you're in a good mood this morning max" his pr manager victoria smiled, "sleep well?" she questioned.

oh you have no idea, max thought.

although him and camila didn't sleep that much, as they were too immersed in each other, soothingly rubbing one another's skin and stealing gentle kisses.

trying to snap out of it, praying his cheeks hadn't gone red, max responded; "yeah i slept really well actually, feeling motivated which is good"

victoria smirked, "right" she responded, a slight hint of suspicion and amusement in her voice.