Adrenaline (Sebastian Vettel)

Punchdrunk

As you sat on your king bed, dwarfed by the masses of cushions and throws, you stared absently out of the window. You tried to let your eyes wander over the beautiful lights of Monaco, and for just a second you were only really thinking about how beautiful it was. This city would always be magical for you. A dreamland. You heave yourself up, the influence of the alcohol you'd chucked back making your head feel heavy, and tip toed to the balcony. From your room you could see out over the marina. The super yachts still glistened, the tourists still partying on into the night.

And for a brief second you wished you'd just snuck aboard a strangers boat and acted like any other normal drunk girl in Monaco. It would have saved you some trouble. But in your head the pictures start to swirl. The kiss. The way he held you. The feel of his toned body. You could almost imagine that the small figure sat on the edge of the dock is Seb.

Wait.

Jilting up from the barrier, a small hiccup escapes your mouth. He's there. He's literally right there just 50 feet from your hotel room. Quietly, you slipped on your heels and unlocked your room. You didn't even pause to pick up a jacket, spurred on by the mystery in the night air. You were punchdrunk. The city. The lights. THAT BOY.

When you scurried through the hotel doors, you were relieved to find Seb still in the exact same position - feet dangling over the edge of the high wall, jacket by his side. Suddenly you were struck by the thought that you had absolutely no idea what to say. But you didn't need to. Somehow, Seb could always feel when you were close by. You knocked it up to his amazing spacial awareness as a driver, but if you had asked him, he would have said it was a movement of the earth.

He looked round at you and smiled wide, then suddenly winced as pain shot through his jaw. Noticing this you lurched forward, compelled to touch his cheek. This made him laugh.
"It doesn't hurt," he chuckled as you crouched in front of him. "I think your brother looks worse!"
"That's not something to be happy about," you scolded.
"You're still out here. You can't be that annoyed."
"Are you stalking me?"

He looked into your eyes, patting the empty wall next to him. You adjusted your position to mirror his.
"I knew this was outside your hotel. But it's also my favourite spot in the whole of Monaco. And I needed some air," he almost whispered.
"I'm still drunk," you admitted.
"No it's just the excitement."
He glanced at you again, this time with a devilish smirk. "I've been waiting years to do that!"
"No you haven't!" You shirked.
"Yes I have! You've not noticed because you never paid me any attention before"
"Well I'm paying attention to you now," you tease. Seb keeps his eyes fixed on the boat in front of him. You slowly trace patterns on the back of his hand.
"You should go," he mutters. Before I get you in any more trouble.
"Is that what you want?"
"No"
"Then no." You didn't know where this sudden burst of courage had come from. Or whether you would regret it in the morning. You just desperately wanted to kiss him again. And you didn't want him to stop.

You hear an engine coming down the road behind you, slowly, and the loud him makes you move closer to Seb. First mistake. The second was that you didn't look round. The third? Well if you had amazing hindsight then you would have known not to lean in for a kiss just as you heard a click and there was a flash of light. The car sped away and you were left in shock, staring into Seb's eyes. For you two to be caught by the paps? How stupid could you both be?