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After completing the tasks in the paddock, Lewis escorted me to his car, and we set off for his house. Earlier, he had mentioned the possibility of attending a party and staying overnight, but nothing was confirmed. I was thrilled at the prospect of spending an extended period with Lewis.
Upon arriving at his house, I noticed the absence of the expected barking from a dog. "Where's Roscoe?" I inquired with curiosity.
"He's at my mom's place. I'll be leaving Britain soon," Lewis replied, causing me to pout.
"I'll go change," I stated, heading towards the bathroom, the only room whose location I remembered, as the flat was huge.
As I was fastening my watch onto my wrist, a daily ritual I never neglect, I suddenly felt the sensation of hands surreptitiously sliding around my waist.
"Shall we continue what we began earlier?" Lewis inquired, recalling our intimate moment in his private driver room.
"Shouldn't we be at the party?" I questioned, feeling his tender kiss on my neck.
"We're not the main guests, the party can wait," he asserted passionately, causing me to giggle. I turned to face him, pointing out, "There's still a whole night ahead of us."
"It's hard to wait that long," he admitted, with a hint of a pout.
"I'm sure you can," I reassured him, gently caressing his face.
It became increasingly challenging to persuade him to step out of the house. There was a noticeable change in his behavior after the race; he seemed hesitant to go outdoors and became unusually attached to me. To be honest, I didn't really mind the extra attention.
Upon our arrival at the event, I eagerly joined in a lively and engaging discussion with the other girls. However, I found it challenging to fully engage in the conversation as Lewis insisted on sitting beside me at all times.
"Hey, Lewis, don't you want to go chat with your friends?" I inquired with a hopeful smile, trying to encourage him to socialize with others at the event. Lewis, leaning against the seat with a relaxed posture, took a sip of his drink and glanced at me with a small grin on his face.
"No," Lewis replied casually, his voice calm and steady. "Last time, you got upset when I left you alone. This time, I'm sticking by your side." His comment made me chuckle, appreciating his thoughtfulness and dedication to ensuring I felt comfortable and included in the social setting.
"Let's get a drink by the bar, Millie," Carmen said, breaking the brief silence with a cheerful tone.
"I will be back," I said, letting go of Lewis's hand rather unwillingly, feeling torn between wanting to socialize and not wanting to leave his side.
As we made our way to the lively bar, Carmen wasted no time in ordering two margaritas. The air was filled with the joyful sounds of laughter and chatter as we found our way to a table.
"Finally," she exclaimed, "I thought we wouldn't have time to talk about it." It was clear that something significant had taken place, as she continued, "Obviously, something must have happened, because this man turned into a total baby. Don't tell me it's because of the blow he received when crashing." Her words continued to lighten the mood, making me chuckle.
As I stood by the edge of the lively dance floor, I couldn't help but notice the pulsating energy of the room. The vibrant colors of the disco lights reflected in the crowd as people moved in sync with the music. I took a moment to glance back at the bustling bar, where the sound of clinking glasses and lively chatter filled the air. With my margarita in hand, I lifted it to my lips and took a slow, deliberate sip, savoring the tangy sweetness. "We might have shared a kiss," I mentioned nonchalantly to Carmen, trying to downplay the significance of the moment.
"Wait, what? You're so calm about this! It's a big deal, why are you acting so nonchalant?" Carmen replied, clearly surprised by my casual demeanor.
"Nonchalant? Well, I just don't want to make a big deal out of it. I'm trying to stay composed and not make a rash decision," I explained, trying to convey that I was purposely keeping my cool to avoid making any impulsive moves. Carmen's eyes met mine, clearly intrigued by the unfolding conversation.
"Girl, you need to get laid and have some fun!" Carmen said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.
"Maybe, but I don't want to complicate our relationship," I said honestly, considering the potential impact on our friendship.
"Oh, come on, he's head over heels for you," she said, pointing at Lewis, who was engrossed in a conversation with Pierre, which made me chuckle.
"Go on, get your man," Carmen urged, giving me a slight push. I don't know what possessed me – was it the alcohol, the sudden rush of confidence, or perhaps my evolving feelings over the past few months. Right at that moment, I realized that he was the one I wanted to spend my life with, no matter what.
