[2] ONE || C. LECLERC

TWENTY FIVE

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CAMILLE

"I'm exhausted," a groan fell from my lips as I allowed my body to fall against the comfortable mattress of the king size bed in mine and Charles' hotel room. "All I want to do is sleep."

We'd been travelling for what felt like an eternity and it was so hot in Australia. I felt like absolute shit whilst dragging myself from the airport towards the car which was waiting for us. Charles and I were finally able to lie down after we checked in to our stunning room. I couldn't believe that we were back in the place where we first met, which was almost a year ago now. This time round, there would be many differences during the whole weekend; Charles and I would walk around Albert Park hand in hand, whilst he wore a different team shirt.

"I know you're tired, baby, but I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner tonight? You know, to celebrate us being back in the city where we first met?" Charles grew quiet and he seemed a little shy as his voice trailed off at the end of his sentence. I allowed my eyes to meet with his sweet hues and I slowly started to nod. Charles lay beside me on the bed, his hands reaching for mine in an attempt to persuade me to say yes, but I didn't need any of that, because I would agree within a heartbeat. I nodded, and he cuddled me closer. "I'm excited and so glad you said yes, because I've already made reservations."

"Always one step ahead, Leclerc," I giggled, rolling onto my stomach and rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands. Charles started to rub his hand against my back in circles, which caused the crop top to rise up my back even further, and when his soft fingertips hit my skin, I shivered and squealed with delight. "Stop that, especially if you want to go out tonight. I need to get ready."

"I'll go take a shower and let you choose an outfit," Charles rolled his eyes, and leaned over to kiss me. I cupped his cheeks before he could pull away, just to keep him here for a few seconds longer. "Table's booked for six!"

I pushed him away with a giggle then sat myself on the floor in front of my large suitcase. I punched the code into the padlock which secured my case for the flight and unzipped it, sighing as I dragged my eyes across all the clothes I'd brought with me to last me a week. I had too many potential outfit combinations and I didn't have the energy to drag every single piece of clothing from my bag and stand in the mirror whilst holding it against my chest. It was rather warm out, so I tugged on the pair of light blue denim shorts which were at the top of my case, also bringing out the black bandeau bodysuit which fell out with it. I threw them onto the bed, before grabbing some clean underwear and choosing to collect my knee high boots from the very bottom of my suitcase.

I took my makeup bag and placed it onto the dressing table in our room, tying my hair into a bun on top of my head, before sitting at the chair in front of the mirror. I got to work on my makeup immediately and as I was filling in my eyebrows, I started to think about my excitement of being reunited with everybody this weekend. I'd attended the Australian Grand Prix every year with Max, and it only improved and became more exciting as the years passed. I knew that this year would be the most special, because Charles was driving for his dream team, and all I'd ever wanted was for all of his wishes to come true.

Charles rejoined me ten minutes later, with a fresh white towel wrapped around his waist. I glanced over at him, my stomach flipping over a few times when I admired his features by dragging my eyes across his toned chest and up towards his soaking wet hair. His skin was red and his eyes were bloodshot, leaving me to assume that the water was too hot for him to handle, but he liked it that way anyway and so he made no alterations to the temperature. I giggled, before turning my full attention back to myself and the makeup look I was trying to create, my boyfriend nosily watching over my shoulder to see what I was doing.