SO AMERICAN | max verstappen

twentysix.

Thankfully, Red Bull had booked us a pretty large hotel suite for our time here in Canada. I think it was to make up for the fact that no one realistically had time to travel home between leaving Baku and coming here. So, our suite had a full kitchen and living room along with two bedrooms.

I had planned on crashing with Lili tonight, letting Max have his own room so he'd get enough sleep for the weekend. Max was putting Lili to bed and I decided to let him have that time, deciding to spend my time watching a random nature documentary I found on one of the local channels. Wrapped up in one of the blankets I found, I think I was the most comfortable I've ever been.

Max walked back into the living room area of our suite a few minutes later, sitting down a couple of feet away on the couch. I peeled my eyes off of the screen, laughing at the distance he put between us. "Am I that repulsive, Maxie?" I patted the section of couch directly next to me.

He shook his head, scooting closer. "Of course not. Just didn't know you wanted me near."

My smile faltered. "I think I've grown used to you being near that I kind of expect it." I let my arm rest against his.

"Expect it or want it?"

I go quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how honest I want to be right now.

"Want it." Because I do, I do want it.

I knew that I usually craved his presence, his touch. So, maybe admitting to it would give me more of what I craved.

Charles' conversation from the other day ran through my mind. He had told me that Max usually was pretty open about talking about things, that all I needed to do was ask him.

"Can I ask you something?" I whispered.

Max was slow to respond but did eventually nod.

"Is this still fake to you?" I gestured between us.

I swear I heard Max's breath catch in his throat. Oh, fuck, did I make things awkward? Have I been completely reading everything wrong?

Shit. Shit.

"I think when I came home after Spain," Max spoke, breaking me from my panic. "I saw you asleep with Lili in my bed and I realized I didn't want it to be fake anymore."

Oh my god.

He wasn't rejecting me. He felt the same.

We were quiet for a few minutes before I had the nerve to say anything else. "Max?"

He nodded, urging me to speak again.

I can't believe I'm about to ask this.

"When are you going to kiss me?"

I didn't even have the chance to blink before Max closed the gap between us, crashing his lips into mine, kissing me with so much passion. I'm pretty sure this was the most passionate anyone has ever kissed me.

His hands held my face as we kissed, my hands fisting the material of his shirt, desperate for something to hold onto. Electricity pumped through my body, the feeling of his lips on mine feeling better than any feeling any sort of substance could give me.

Max's hands left my face, running down my sides until he could hold my hips, sending chills down my spine. Why did he make me feel so much?

I let out a gasp when Max's grip on my hips tightened, using his arm strength to pull me into his lap so I was straddling him. Our bodies moved in sync as we kissed, hands anywhere and everywhere on each other – barely taking any time to breathe. We couldn't get enough.