ˋ°•*⁀➷In Mijas, Spain, Carlos Martinez and Viola Lopez were childhood rivals, always at each other's throats-whether it was over grades, sports, or just who could outdo the other. Their competitive fire was unmatched, but after graduation, their pat...
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Viola made her way toward the back exit of the restaurant, the warm evening air brushing against her skin as she left behind the laughter and chatter of the rehearsal dinner. The memories of the night clung to her like the faint scent of the wine she'd been sipping. She had hugged Valentina goodbye, promising to see her early tomorrow before the wedding. Her mother had hesitated about leaving her behind, but once Viola assured her that Carlos would drop her off, she immediately agreed and took the car.
Now, standing alone under the quiet sky, the faint sound of crickets filling the night air, Viola waited. The soft glow of streetlights painted the area in a warm golden hue. Just as she was beginning to wonder where Carlos was, the low growl of an engine reached her ears. Her heart did a little flip as the sleek, familiar grey Ferrari smoothly pulled up beside her.
The window rolled down, revealing Carlos behind the wheel. His smirk—the one that was equal parts teasing and irresistible—was firmly in place, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "How about a late-night drive? Let me show you my speed," he said, his voice low and smooth, dripping with confidence that made her heart skip.
Viola felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she laughed softly. "Show me your speed? What are you Lightning McQueen? Always the show-off, aren't you?" she teased, though the excitement in her voice was unmistakable. The idea of a nighttime drive with Carlos, away from the rest of the world, was more tempting than she cared to admit.
"Only for you," Carlos replied smoothly, his eyes never leaving hers as his smirk deepened, radiating that irresistible charm. Viola felt her pulse quicken under his gaze, the tension between them palpable. The night air around them seemed to thicken as Carlos' stare became more intense, yet playful, the same look that always sent her heart racing.
Viola let out a soft laugh, trying to maintain her composure as she opened the door to the Ferrari and slipped inside the passenger seat. "Alright, show me what you've got, Martínez," she grinned, clicking the seatbelt into place, feeling the adrenaline already starting to build.
Carlos chuckled, a deep, low sound that reverberated through her. "Oh, you're not ready for what I've got," he shot back smoothly, flashing her one of his signature grins as he turned the key. The Ferrari roared to life, a sound that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. He reached over, casually taking her hand in his. Without missing a beat, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the back of her hand, his dark eyes holding hers.
Viola blushed, heat creeping up her neck at the unexpected gesture. She felt the thrill of excitement bubble up, mixing with something far more dangerous as she tried to laugh it off. "Always the charmer," she muttered under her breath, feeling her stomach flip.
With a smirk still lingering on his lips, Carlos released her hand, placed both hands on the steering wheel, and glanced at her. "You haven't seen anything yet," he said, his voice now holding a seriousness that sent a shiver down her spine. His eyes flickered with that familiar focus, the same look she'd seen when he was on the track, ready to conquer.
