Royal Speed | Leclerc & Verstappen

23 | cup of tea

-|- Netherlands 2021 - race break -|-

When I arrived back in my room I immediately threw myself onto the bed, burying my head in the pillow as I felt my cheeks blushing. How the hell did I just had the confidence to tease him like that, to joke around and maybe even flirt back?

But seeing his jaw dropping and his eyes getting darker with a little spark in it, it had been worth every nerve that I had to bring up. Still I nervously bit my bottom lip while my chest moved heavily.

After some minutes of calming down I sat up again and took a closer look at the cloths Verstappen had given me. It was just a simply grey shirt and some dark sweat shorts as it was summer and therefore pretty warm also in the night.

Automatically I rose the shirt to my nose and even though it was fresh, it had his sense on it and I closed my eyes for a moment, taking everything in. It was crazy how stupid I acted, how dumb it must look for people from the outside, but I couldn't help.

The confident Dutchman with the cute smile was slowly but surely wrapping me around his finger and I felt how I was falling for him. Something that I had gotten more aware of over the past weekend.

It was true, I was heavily crushing on him, maybe even falling for him and his flirting and little touches here and there were also not really helping. In some moments I really had the feeling that liked me back, in a different way than just a friend, what we currently were I would say.

But there was still his girlfriend and as Verstappen also never asked about me or my sexuality, I was pretty confident that he was just nice or interested in the prince's life, maybe both. I didn't really think too much about it as I was tired, so I quickly changed into the things he had given me.

When I took a look in the mirror I was a bit surprised by how normal I looked. I've never had any normal shirts or shorts like these, always wearing fancy stuff and even for sleeping I had some silk pajamas.

I also could never walk out like that, even here in this house, nobody ever could see me like that. As these were still strangers more or less it was even against the rules to walked out of the room like that.

Ten minutes later I was laying in bed and after an hour I still tried to fall a sleep. It was really hard at I had to think about Verstappen and that he was just a couple rooms and one floor away, probably shirtless.

Luckily after some time I found my sleep and as the next day was just filled with board games and stuff like that, as the sky was pretty cloudy, I didn't need much energy. But also the following night I had problems with falling alseep.

It was surely past two when I decided to stand up. Normally I would call a butler and ask for some hot tea or anything like that, but as nobody was here with me, I had to do it myself. Carefully I looked through the corridor, but luckily there was no light and no sound so I quietly walked down into the kitchen.

I only turned on a little light next to the dining table so I wouldn't wake anyone up. I then wanted to grab a cup, but I nearly fell out of my hand, as it was quite high up, and therefore made a loud noise.

Instantly I shrugged and froze, looking around, scared that anyone would come out and see me like that. In normal cloths, Verstappens cloths. But as I had been standing there for a couple of minutes and nothing could be heard I exhaled deeply and looked around for the kettle.