THE END | Oscar Piastri

48. second chances

Sav's pov

I have a weak spot for him.

When I'd tried to reject his dinner proposal, he walked away looking so disappointed. I caved and agreed.

I was glad I did. The meal had been so flavorful and delicious, and he was nothing short of perfect. The waitress actually gave us a free bottle of wine because we "looked like such a cute couple". Oscar didn't drink any of it, but still left him extra money as a thanks.

It's late when we leave the restaurant. The streets are barren, and it's pouring down rain. Giant drops the size of my thumb nail hit the ground and make large splashes in the puddles that have already formed.

There's no sign of it stopping anytime soon, and we've parked on the next street over. Unfortunately for us, this restaurant is the only place on the street that has an overhang, and neither of us have an umbrella on us.

I look to Oscar, but he's looking down the road in the direction where the car is parked. "I think we'll have to make a run for it." The mental image of that makes me laugh. He turns to me, eyes wide as if I'd just suggested we commit a terrible crime.

"For one, you're wearing heels. And for two, I'll go run for it and get the car while you wait here." He almost runs off but I grab ahold of his arm to stop him. "No way, I'm not going to let you get drenched, not by yourself. If two people are drenched, they look less stupid." He stares at me blankly, pushing a half exhale-half laugh past his lips.

"Well I'm not going to let you get drenched at all. So stay here while- Savannah!" He's mid sentence when I take off, I didn't expect to get very far, considering I'm in heels and he's a professional athlete.

I manage to get round the street's corner before he catches up with me. Luckily, this place—a coffee shop by the looks of it—also has an overhang. I can't stop laughing, and I'm so out of breath it sounds kind of silly.

My laughter fades when I catch the way he silently stares down at me, the slightest of smiles on his lips but his facial features are entirely soft. His eyes shift from mine, staring down at my lips instead.

I internally panic, and my quick solution is rambling. "Running after eating all that pasta was a bad idea. I feel like my stomach has been flipped upside down three times. I should've just listened to you and let you get the car cause now I'm drenched and also smell bad and-" I'm cut off by his grip on the back of my neck, and his lips pressing against mine.

His lips are soft, his kiss delicate as if afraid I'll break, but so desperate at the same time. My stomach flips once again and now feels like it's been infested by hundreds of pop rocks. The touch of his hand on my face heats my skin up, despite it being covered in the freezing rain.

My arms wrap around his neck, and my fingers tangle in his soaking hair. My nose is flooded by the smell of rain mixed with his cologne. It's intoxicating in all the best ways.

His hand moves to the back of my neck, his other hand pressing against my back and pulling me right into his front. There's no space between us.

Then in an instant, the lack of space suffocates me. The fire in my stomach dies and twists into fear. I pull away from him, but his lips still follow. I take a large step back and create distance between us.

The sounds of the thundering rain pours back into my ears. I can breathe again.

A mixture of confusion and hurt forms on his face. "Oscar." Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in through my nose. "I don't know if I'm ready to... be that with you again."