There's Twice as Many Stars as Usual| L.S

23

A/N I'm gonna be switching around the 2023 race calendar a little bit so the next few chapters are gonna be the Qatar race weekend

Alsoooo I'm publishing a few chapters today because I've been writing nonstop all week:)
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Charlotte

I wake up the next morning in Logan's arms, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort. As much as I enjoy the moment, I know we need to get ready for the day ahead. Gently, I shift to sit up, careful not to wake him. He stirs slightly, his eyes fluttering open.

"Morning," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.

"Morning," I reply softly, smiling at him. "We should probably get up. We have a flight to Qatar today."

He nods, stretching before sitting up himself. "You're right. But last night was nice."

"It was," I agree, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Thank you for everything."

He gives me a warm smile. "Anytime."

I head back to my room to get ready, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. The travel ahead is important, and I want to be fully present for it. As I step into the shower, I let the warm water wash away my lingering sleepiness, focusing on the tasks ahead.

Dressed and ready, I join Mick in our room. He's already packed and ready, sipping his coffee by the window.

"Morning," he says, giving me a knowing look. "How was your night?"

"It was good," I reply, trying to keep my tone casual.

"Glad to hear it," he says, grinning. "Ready for Qatar?"

"Absolutely," I say, feeling a surge of energy. "Let's go."

We head to the airport, the air buzzing with anticipation. The paddock is still abuzz with the aftermath of the race, but the focus has shifted to the next destination. The flight is filled with drivers and team members, all preparing for the journey ahead.

As we board the plane, I spot Logan and make my way over to him. He catches my eye and smiles, a look of excitement on his face.

"Hey," he says, his eyes warm. "Ready for Qatar?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," I reply, feeling a spark of excitement.

We chat for a few moments before settling into our seats. The flight is long, but filled with easy conversation and shared excitement about the upcoming race. I feel a sense of contentment settling over me as I relax into the journey.

By the time we land in Qatar, the sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the landscape. The air is warm and dry, a stark contrast to the rain of Barcelona. We make our way to the hotel, the city buzzing with activity as preparations for the race continue.

As I settle into my hotel room, I can't help but reflect on the events of the past few days. The race, the moments with Logan, and the anticipation of what's to come. It's been an incredible experience, one that I'll cherish for a long time.

Later that evening, Logan texts me.

Logan
Hey, want to grab dinner tonight?

Charlotte
Sounds great. See you in the lobby in 30?

Logan
Perfect. See you soon.

I put my phone down and start getting ready, eager for another night with Logan. I choose a simple yet elegant outfit, something comfortable for the warm Qatar evening.

Meeting Logan in the lobby, we head out to find a nearby restaurant. The city is vibrant, filled with lights and sounds as we walk through the streets. We find a cozy spot and settle in for dinner, the conversation flowing easily.

"It's amazing how quickly everything changes," Logan says, looking around the bustling restaurant.

"Yeah, it feels like just yesterday we were in Barcelona," I reply, smiling.

We talk about the race, our travels, and our plans for the future. As the evening progresses, I feel a deep sense of connection and understanding growing between us. After dinner, we walk back to the hotel together, the warm night air wrapping around us.

"Thanks for tonight," I say as we reach the hotel entrance.

"Anytime," Logan replies, his eyes reflecting the soft lights of the lobby.

We linger for a moment, the weight of the day settling into a comfortable silence. As we part ways to head to our rooms, I can't help but feel optimistic about what's to come.

I slowly drift off to sleep and wait for the next day to come