First Night Of Safety

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It was the night that Oscar had planned out your security guards and it always happened to be the night before his first home race in F1. He was getting ready for bed whilst your laying on the bed reading. You're phone rings and it's your father but you decline. You were so into the book you were reading that you didn't hear it ring again. You hear the bathroom door open and glance over. Oscar is stood there a towel hugging his toned waist and water dripping form his hair. He connects eyes with you and you're both staring at each other before he looks away and begins to change. You turn your attention back to your book and this continues for the next 10 minutes. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder and hear a whisper. "Y/n my dear. are you coming to bed now?". You look up at him and nod tucking away your book and rolling onto your back. Oscar takes a seat beside you and also lays down. Silence fills the air. All that is heard is the subtle chirping of the birds and the knocking of tree branches against the windows. You were the first one to break the silence. "Oscar..." His attention turns to you as he hums a small response. "hey..."
You whisper. "i just wanted to thank you again. for the bodyguard and the protecting me and all that. I really don't deserve it but i'm grateful for every bit."
You let out a small smile and he nods. "You're welcome y/n and any girl as beautiful as you deserves the world. I just need you to promise me one thing?" Y/n nods. "what is it?" Oscar places a gentle hand on your cheek and his voice is soft. "promise me to always come to me if you ever have a problem or need somebody to talk to. I don't want you to feel like you can't come to me my angel." Y/n nods gently as she notices Oscar lean closer. Her eyes remain glued to his. Oscar makes the first move and gently kisses her. He pulls back after with a small smile. Y/n smiles too. You then lay down and rest your head on his chest as he draws circles on your back. "is this what love is?" you think to yourself.

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