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Song of the chapter
Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys
❝Do I wanna know? If this feelin' flows both ways?
Sad to see you go, Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay
Baby, we both know, that the nights were mainly made
For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day ❞
✮ ⋆ ˚｡🏁🏎💨⋆｡°✩
Isabella and Charles were like two magnets, irresistibly drawn to each other despite the forces trying to keep them apart. Every interaction, every glance, every accidental touch was charged with an electric tension. As professionals in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, they knew the importance of maintaining a facade, yet the chemistry between them was becoming impossible to ignore.
Isabella sat at her vanity, meticulously applying her makeup. Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she thought about the evening ahead. She remembered the way his eyes lingered on her during the press conference, the subtle brush of his hand against hers as they passed each other in the paddock. Charles had asked her out, and tonight was the night. The mirror reflected a mixture of excitement and nerves as she added the final touches.
Charles picked Isabella up right on time. The sight of him standing at her door, dressed in a sharp yet casual outfit, took her breath away. His eyes sparkled with the same anticipation she felt.
"You look stunning," Charles said, his voice warm and genuine.
"Thank you," Isabella replied, her cheeks flushing slightly. "You don't look too bad yourself."
They shared a smile, the tension between them palpable. Charles offered his arm, and Isabella took it, feeling the electricity in his touch.
The restaurant Charles had chosen was intimate, tucked away from the usual hustle and bustle. Candlelight flickered on the tables, creating a romantic ambiance. As they settled into their seats, Isabella couldn't help but admire the thoughtfulness Charles had put into planning the evening.
The conversation started light, touching on familiar topics like racing and recent events. But beneath the surface, there was an undercurrent of unspoken emotions. Every glance, every smile, hinted at the deeper feelings they were both trying to navigate.
As they shared a bottle of wine, their conversation began to shift. Charles reached across the table, taking Isabella's hand in his.
"I've been thinking about us a lot," he confessed, his eyes locking onto hers.
Isabella's heart skipped a beat. "Me too."
Charles looked at her, his eyes dark with intensity. "It's not easy, Isabella. Every time I see you, it's like I can't think straight."
Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine. "We have to be careful. If anyone finds out that we are going out tonight we could get into trouble. Imagine what the media is going to say."
"I know," he interrupted, stepping closer to her. "But right now, I can't seem to care."
