𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧, maisie

❝ i could see you being my addiction. ❞
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Fuck it, I love Charles.

Okay, too soon, I just meant that, I woke up to the smell of eggs and Willow being already taken out for her daily morning walk. It's the first time I sleep in until ten ever since the season started.

Last night was something...

That man does not get tired nor bored. Especially when it came to eating me out. And I'm definitely not complaining. Even though he said he's never done it to anyone ever before, he really knew how to make me come undone pretty quickly.

We fell asleep naked and I'm praying with my every fiber that he still is when I go down. I see his shirt is in the corner, on my chair. Oh yeah.

I step out of bed and take his shirt, pulling it over my head. I brush my teeth quickly. I make my way down the stairs and walk to the kitchen.

I find my boyfriend — we haven't really discussed what we are but I couldn't care less because that is a long conversation and we only have four weeks — shirtless as I assumed, his back facing me as he prepares breakfast.

How is his back even more attractive than his abdomen? He's got so many muscles, I just wanna bite them.

"As much as I love food, I would much rather wake up to your face." I start up, announcing my presence. He turns and finds me in his shirt, his white shirt with the word 'Ferrari' on it. I should not be caught with this on from people outside for multiple reasons.

He chuckles, opening his arms for me to come in. I shyly walk and when I'm close enough, he pulls me instantly, tightly onto him.

He slips his hands underneath the shirt and holds me by my waist, making goosebumps appear on my skin. "Good morning, beautiful." He looks down at me as he holds me close to him, my basically naked bottom part of my body pressed up against him.

"I need to find a better nickname than Charlie for you now." I think it over but I'm horrible at giving nicknames. That's in Olive's area of expertise.

"I like Charlie." He argues. "You're the only one who calls me that despite it being the most obvious nickname." He explains. "My dad only ever called me that. It feels familiar." He adds, melting my heart.

"You miss him, huh?" My hand finds his cheek and I softly caress it, looking up at his angelic face.

He softly hums along with a growing smile and a nod. You can see it in his eyes how much he loved him. "Don't you miss yours?" He asks back.

I shrug. "What I'm gonna say might make me a horrible person but I barely remember him now to miss him." I admit, something I've never told anyone. "It was over ten years ago, I was so young, he wasn't so much around. I guess over the years, it was easier to forget him than be attached to the memory of him."

I look away for a second, I never should've said that. I'm an awful person. What kind of person just forgets her father?

His hand let go of my wait. Instead he cups my face and makes me look up at him. "You're not a horrible person. We all just have different coping mechanisms. And you were still so young. No one thinks you're a horrible person."