~Sparks~ A Max Verstappen Story

Chapter Two-I Wake up with a Killer Hangover and Hide in an Alley

I Hate Tequila.
Is the first thing that crosses my mind when I open my eyes. Shifting slightly I feel notice an ache between my legs and my eyes snap open. I turn my head to the side and notice Max asleep on his stomach with an arm thrown over my waist. He is softly snoring and his face looks so relaxed. I can't help but take my finger and lightly trace over the slope of his nose and the shape of his lips. He stirs slightly but stays asleep, I stroke my thumb over his cheekbone. Still stroking my thumb across his cheek, I go back to staring at the ceiling. Last night felt good, really good. I had no idea sex could be like that. I should regret this. I was no better than Pierre, I was a cheater. But lying here next to Max doesn't feel wrong, it feels like the easiest thing I've ever done.

When I look back at Max I'm met with the deep blue of his eyes. I can't help the smile that graces my lips. Before I can even say anything Max pulls me flush to his side. Our legs tangled together, I can't even help the giggle when he buries his face into my neck. He's placing soft kisses to my neck when I speak, "Good morning Max."
He mumbles something into my neck but keeps nipping and sucking at my skin. I try to push his head away but he just tightens his grip on me. "Max you're gonna leave marks," I whine.

That makes him halt his worship of my skin. "It's a little late for that liefje," he smirks at me. There's some panic that shoots through me, but I'm also not afraid. Pierre comes home covered in marks all the time. I like that Max has marked me, it gives me a chance to remember this after he's gone. The thought makes me sad. I don't want this to be over. I'm so scared I'm gonna wake up and find out this is a dream.

Max presses a lazy kiss to my lips and then I feel him pull himself from the bed. I fight back a whine at the sudden rush of cold air and roll over onto my stomach to watch him. He disappears into the bathroom and I take the opportunity to get out of bed and get dressed. I just threw on a T-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, planning on crawling back into bed and probably crying for the rest of the day.

When Max emerges from the bathroom, I'm sitting on the edge of the bed combing my fingers through my hair. He's sporting his boxers and looks slightly disappointed that I've gotten dressed. He wraps an arm around my back pulling me to my feet in one swift motion. "I much preferred you the way I left you," he mumbles against my mouth before kissing me. This kiss is sweet and soft and I can't help but melt into it.

"Well I can't stay naked in bed all day," I say with a roll of my eyes.

"If it were up to me you'd never leave the bed," Max smirks against my lips.

"I much prefer being able to walk Max," I fake pout and take the opportunity to slip out of his arms and into the bathroom.

When I come back out of the bathroom after getting ready for the day I find Max dressed and putting his shoes on. I sigh as I lean up against the doorframe watching him. I almost let myself forget. I was married. Max was just keeping me company because we were both drunk and heartbroken and had slept together. None of it was real. We weren't in a relationship.

Max stands up from the bed and holds his hand out to me. I just stare at it confused. "Iz?" Max says and reaches for me.

The nickname makes me melt a little, no one has ever given me one.
"What Max? I'm confused," I say, still looking at him unsure.

"Come with me to my place?" He says and wraps me up in his arms again.

"Why? I thought this was it," I say still confused and wondering what Max is thinking.

"I'm not leaving you here alone all weekend to drown in your misery, come home with me?," he says leaning down brushing his nose against mine.

I'm so focused on his lips I forget to answer him. God he is so intoxicating. I couldn't seem to get enough. "Hmm?" he pushes his nose against mine again, our lips so close I could feel his breath on mine. I can't take it anymore, I surge up pressing my lips to his. The arms wrapped around me pull me in closer and Max takes control. Kissing me in a way that makes fire run through me.