Cropped out - an Oscar Piastri x OC fic

Chapter 31- So confusing

Eliana:
I wake in a tangle of limbs and nearly flinch out of my skin. Oscar's light breath on my neck tells me that he's still asleep.

I don't know who is holding who, and my heart races to think that all it would've taken was Oscar to wake up before me and...then what? He would've pushed me away? He would've seen that I snuggled up to him in the night?

I gently lift his arm from around my waist and move off of the bed, looking back to see him snuggle closer to my pillow whilst I walk out the room. He's all I can smell, all I can feel- the press of his hand on my waist, his leg against mine. I cannot stay in the same room for one more minute if I want to cool my thoughts.

—
I'm eating some fruit I cut when Oscar walks in.

"Morning. Sorry if I kicked you out of your own bed."

I look up and he's leaning against the door, arms crossed, muscles fully on show. He's got no shirt on, and all I can focus on is his abs, his collarbones. He had a shirt on last night, didn't he? Fucking hell. Did I sleep next to a half naked man? A man I kissed yesterday. Oh god I need to reply. I'm just staring at him, my mouth is probably dribbling.

"Hey." He smirks at my lack of conversation. "And no. You didn't do anything, I just woke up before you and didn't want to startle you."

"You didn't have to." he looks down, as if he's embarrassed.

"I did." He looks back up to me and I smile, then point to some fruit with my knife, "want some?"

"Yes please. As long as you promise to not point that knife at me." He chuckles.

"Maybe." I smile back. It's easy when we're like this. Who would've thought this was...better than hating him.

He sits on the stool where I was when I go round the other side to cut up some fruit for him.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask him.

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah." He looks up at me and our eyes meet.

"That's good." I whispered, hand stilling.

We don't talk anymore whilst I finish cutting up his fruit. I push his bowl towards him when it's done.

"Bon appetite" I say, mockingly bowing low.

He chuckles, muttering a small 'thank you'.

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Today is our last full day and I'm starting to realise that I wish it wasn't. I want to spend another night curled up in Oscar's arms, away from everyone that knows us. Tangled in ourselves. I want to forget that we ever hated each other. I want to go back to the waterfall, to kiss him. I want to be kissed by Oscar. I want to feel his hands on me again. I want I want I want. I want so many things when it comes to him, but I'm afraid. I'm fucking terrified. Because I don't know what to do. I desire him so much but I'm scared to fully admit it, to both myself and him.
But I'm going to make the most of today. Of what could be our final chance. I hope it's not.

I have a plan to take Oscar exploring the town today. I noticed a little market when we went out the other day, and I want to look at it with him. He's done so much for me these past few days and I want to repay him.

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"Where are you taking me?" Oscar asks as he walks beside me.

"It's a surprise." I smirk at him.

He clasps my hand and I look at him in surprise at the action. He just smiles at me, and I reflect it. My hand squeezes his harder and I bite down my smile as I turn away from him, pulling him towards the markets.