𝘽𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍, max verstappen

chapter thirty-eight.

bad race, after bad race, after bad race.

it was almost torture, not to mention the few dnfs that had also been littered across the first half of season for camila.

now, she was third in the constructors.

"we're working on it. we will fix this" she was constantly being reassured by the engineers that all was well, but as race by race only began to add to her frustrations, it was clear the team couldn't abide by their words.

max could see camila frustrations too, and although she was supposed to be his competitor, he couldn't help but feel frustrated for her.

camila and max didn't talk about it. of course, max would be willing to discuss it, but he'd never bring it up first. that conversation was to be on camila's terms.

and when camila was with max, he suddenly made her forget about all her problems, she was just able to enjoy being in his presence. that's all she wanted to do. so, they never spoke about racing.

at times it was difficult to always be in each other's presence, because they were supposed to be sleeping in different hotel rooms, but max couldn't help but crawl into camila's bed at the end of his days.

he'd become so clingy, it almost frightened him. yet also, he'd promised himself he'd never stop.

he'd never stop sending her cheeky glances across the paddock, or find any excuse to be able to have her close to his side when they did media together, he'd never stop passing her notes during meetings, as much as it embarrassed camila, max would do it over and over again, because the smile on her face was always worth it.

"alright, well, thanks for catching up everyone, we look forward to seeing you all in hungary" paul concluded the team debrief, as engineers and all those finished listening to paul's notes began to pack up their things.

before walking out the door, james turned to camila. "hey cam, christian wants to speak with you in a couple minutes, just in the room next door"

offering a smile, camila nodded her head, gathering her things to make her way next door.

across the room, also beginning to pack up his things, was max, who had made a mental note that camila had a few minutes to spare.

his movements to walk out the door were very slow, as really, he had no intentions of going back to his work station.

camila walked out the office doors, walking across the hall to where she was told to wait for christian.

trailing slowly behind her, max glanced around the halls, making sure nobody was looking, and then suddenly pulled camila into one of the empty rooms.

max pressed her against the wall, as their faces were inches apart.

camila couldn't help but let a breathy laugh escape from her lips. "miss me already?" she teased.

max rolled his eyes playfully, attempting to hold back his grin.

he lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers, eager for a kiss, yet camila turned her head to the side, whilst max groaned out in frustration, he hated being teased like this.

"you're playing a dangerous game, verstappen" camila shook her head with a smirk, whilst max reciprocated the same expression.

he held her cheek in his hand, whilst the other began slowly inching up and underneath her red bull shirt. "what? you don't like it? you can tell me to stop if you really want to baby" he remarked, brushing his fingers over her bare skin under her shirt.