When in Vegas - lestappen - Max x Charles

13. A kiss

Charles pov

FUCK YES! P1 baby! I'm on top of the world! Finally things are starting to go my way, until I find out the order. Max is in P3. I don't know what's going to happen when I get back to the hotel. I know he likes to win. Will he be mad at me? Fuck. Don't overthink it Charles. Why would he be mad. You're asking stupid Charles.

All throughout interviews I couldn't keep my mind off Max, and infinite amount of situations going though my brain. It's a silent ride back. I should be celebrating but I can't.

Walking into the hotel I'm congratulated by various people all crowding me. I just want to go to my room. I sign every last paper and take every last photos with fans. God it's already so late. I'm literally dragging myself to our room.

I decide to enter in stealth mode. Maybe Max is asleep. But with my luck I drop my car keys right as I open the door. Fuck.

"Liefde, Charles that you?" Max asks from the kitchen island. He had obviously fallen asleep on the counter. His hair sticking out at awkward angles. He looks so cute.

"Yea it's me Max, I'm sorry i got back so late." I feel bad for waking him up we both have a packed day tomorrow.

Max gets up without saying anything, grabs my hand and leads me to our room. Not what I was expecting but it's better than what could have happened.

"Come on Charlie, shower that way we can get some sleep." Max pushes me into the bathroom my clothes and towel already there. Oh my goodness he thought ahead.

I shut the door and strip. I'm trying to shower as quickly as humanly possible. I just want to sleep. Three minutes later I emerge. After blow drying my hair, I change into some clothes that are a bit too big for me. Holy shit these are Max's clothes.

Exiting the bathroom I find the Dutch man once again on my side of the bed. He's a sweet asshat. I try to roll him over not realizing that he was wake.

"Charlie, you could have just asked me to move or just slept on the other side lieverd." Max rolls his eyes grabbing my waist and tossing me into the bed. Well this feels very familiar. The asshole still doesn't move from my spot.

"Ok then. Max Emilian Verstappen get out fat ass out of my spot pretty please." I ask him sarcastically while batting my eyelashes.

"Fine but only because you got P1. I'm really proud of you, you know. Congrats Charlie. But that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you, ever." Max smiles gently while moving to the right side of the bed.

"I wouldn't have it any other way chérie." I motioned him to come closer. Max does so but only a little. So instead I pull him towards me until we're face to face. He seems to understand, protectively wrapping me in his embrace.

He mumbles into my lips. "I really did mean it I'm proud." I can feel him smile. Max really is a big softy.

I smile back into the darkness, I know he knows I'm smiling. No better time than the present.

Still holding onto Max's shirt I connect our lips. I start to think that this was not a good idea. But all my thoughts disappear when Max kisses me back.

We pull apart from the kiss, our bodies immediately intertwining with each other like a chemical reaction.

"Come on Charlie it's late, you need to get some rest. Sweet dreams baby." Max whispers while holding me softly lulling me to sleep.

I wake up with sweat beading down my face. Fuck another nightmare about Jules. This one was somehow different. Jules wasn't Jules. Jules was Max.

I feel the bed for Max. I need to be sure. I finally find him, my heart is now beating normally. When the hell did that happen. I need some time to process.

Slowly slipping out the Max's arms I tiptoe out of bed and into the kitchen. It's three in the morning I have time to go back to sleep.

I grab a glass and fill it with cold water. I sit on the couch slowly sipping my water. Hearing a creak I freeze. In horror movies you never look back to what made the noise.

"Charles, what are you doing up?" Oh thank god it's just Max. He comes up to where I'm sitting and wraps his arms around my shoulders and places his chin on my head.

"Nothing just thirsty, I'm heading back now." I get up and take his hand leading us back to bed. I snuggle up to him breathing in this scent.

"Tell me the truth honey, I woke up before you did. You were calling my name and crying a little. What happened Charlie?"

"Was I really?" I didn't remember that. Why was I calling his name. I can barely remember my dream. The lamp is on allowing him to look me in the eyes. He's concerned. Max, you really are portrayed so wrong by the media.

I let out a sigh. "Ok I'll tell you what I remember." Max smiles and strokes my cheek urging me to continue.

"Sometimes I have dreams about Jules. But not the good type of dreams. I relive the moment he died. But this time instead of Jules being in that car, it was you." I barely manage to choke out the last sentence.

I can feel tears starting to form.
Max quickly reacts. Hugging me and kissing my face.

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