VIPER || Oscar Piastri

Chapter 91

[POV: Narrator]

Oscar had woken early.

He'd slid out of bed with a subtle shift of weight and Andi didn't stir — not at first. Just exhaled deeper and turned her face into the pillow, one hand still curled where his chest had been.

He was careful to be quiet. He showered quickly. Pulled on his shirt in the hallway. Brushed his teeth with the water running low. Every sound muffled.

He had planned not to wake up her at all, to let her sleep in. But, he figured that, maybe, if she woke to find him gone, she'd assume the worst.

So when he was ready to leave — coat on, bag ready by the door — he circled back to the bedroom.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against her cheek. A soft press — warm and unhurried — like he almost didn't want her to wake. But she stirred anyway, nose scrunching, lashes fluttering. Her voice came out sleep-blurred. "Where are you going?"

"Don't get up." He kissed her cheek again, then her jaw. "Go back to sleep."

Her arm blindly reached for him, hand catching the hem of his shirt before he could move away. "Are you sneaking out on me?"

He brushed his fingers gently down the slope of her arm, trying not to give in to how good she looked right now — messy hair, sleep-warm skin, shirt askew.

"No," he laughed under his breath. "I have this thing called work. Pretty important commitment."

"Oh." Her eyes cracked open now, scanning the collar of his team polo shirt. She tugged on it, frowning. "No."

Oscar had no choice but to lean over her again, one hand on the mattress beside her shoulder, balancing as she kissed the corner of his mouth — coaxing.

"I'm afraid that's not your call—"

She pulled him down instead. She curled her fingers into the waistband of his joggers, tugging him closer.

He caught himself on one hand.

"You're warm," she mumbled, voice scratchy. "Now I'm cold."

"Sorry," he said softly.

Their lips met properly now — not sleepy, not tentative. Her fingers tugged at the fabric at his sides, dragging him halfway onto the bed. He stumbled forward with a surprised gasp, mouth deepening against hers. She licked into him, hands sliding up beneath his shirt, palms warm against his bare skin.

He shivered. "Andi—"

"You woke me up." She kissed him again, more deliberately.

Oscar let himself hover above her, hand slipping under the blankets to find the bare skin of her thigh, pulling it around his hip. His breath caught at the feel of her, still warm from sleep. Her hips arched lazily up into his just as he leaned down again — mouth dragging from her lips to the edge of her jaw, then lower, kissing along the side of her neck.

She was smirking now, eyes half-asleep. "Stay."

He exhaled hard against her collarbone. "I can't."

"You can." Her legs tightened around his waist. He could feel her chest through the thin fabric of her shirt, pressed right against him. He hummed into her skin — tried to not grind into her, but failed completely.

His hand slid beneath her again, tracing the underside of her thigh, then higher, until he slid a hand up under her shirt — palm spread against the bare line of her spine. She gasped softly into his mouth, her hips twitching, but she didn't stop him.