51: Wildest dreams

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I rub the batter off.

'No not yet, more to the left'

I move my hand to the left.

'Forget it', he comes closer and wipes his thumb against my chin, then puts it in his mouth.

All while keeping eye contact with me.

I swallow all my current thoughts.

'Got it?', I stutter.

'Got it'

My chest rises and falls as I look into his ocean-blue eyes. My heart can't keep up with my thoughts. Why is he making me feel like this... what am I feeling?


Max's point of view

I saw the look in her eyes when I did that, I know what I saw.

Yet I don't know what I saw.

Maybe I saw hate or friendship... lust maybe even?

Or is that only in my wildest dreams?


Maeve's point of view

I'm wearing nothing but his T-shirt. I call him shallow but he's only getting deeper. I'm staying on the ground till my knees hurt. My head buried in the pillow, cause I'm 'too loud'. I don't like him, but I need him.

I abruptly wake up, covered in sweat.

God I know I shouldn't have taken a nap.

Did I just have a sex dream about Max Verstappen?

Fuck my life.

I should get ready for my party, I rented a ballroom and bought a lot of supplies, like balloons etc, I also arranged a DJ.

I get out of bed, the bed which is drenched in my sweat.

Maybe I need a shower first.

I grab some clothes and walk out of the room

'You taking a shower?', I turn around, Max is standing there.

His hair all over the place, his chest dripping water. His... lower area is covered with only a towel.

'Yeah, yeah I am', I cough.

'I figured since you were doing that workout', he says.

'Workout?'

'You kept screaming and huffing and puffing... from a workout right?', he looks confused.

Fuck, it was one hell of a workout.

'Yea, a workout... of course', I smile.

'I'll change into some clothes and then I'm going to the ballroom, want to drive with me?', Max asks.

I nod and thank him, I have to get out of here.

Yet I can't keep my thoughts away from Max.

There is a tension inside of me...

A tension ready to be teamed.

But not by Max, I can't let that happen.

I'll have to do it myself.

Let's take a shower.


Max's point of view

She's not fooling anyone, with the way she looked at me.

Only wearing a towel...

Did you think it was an accident? I planned it of course.

But now... what to wear?

She said casual, but what's casual?

Normally I just throw on some merch but now...

I'll look stupid if I dress wrong...

I guess I should ask our clothing icon...


---------- Call ----------

Daniel: Max Verstappen!

Max: Daniel, I need your help

Daniel: Tell me

Max: What the fuck do I wear?

Daniel: Why are you asking me? You always wear merch.

Max: Well not tonight, tonight is special.

Daniel: Special huh?

Max: Yes, special

Daniel: How come?

Max: It's Maeve's birthday

Daniel: So this is about Maeve?

Max: Maeve? No! Why would you uhm... think that

Daniel: I don't know... maybe because you have been talking about her non stop since she joined Red Bull

Max: Shut up, that is not true

Daniel: So you never said: 'Her eyes are pretty, but the woman's a bitch'?

Max: No...

Daniel: You never said: 'God she's so annoying I would kiss her just to shut up'?

Max: Well I-

Daniel: 'God, I could go at it with her for hours'?

Max: Kut joch.

Daniel: Wear some jeans, no skinny jeans, but jeans with that green shirt or a black one.

Max: Thank you, was it that hard?

Daniel: Not as hard as your dick when it sees Ma-

Max: Hanging up now bye!!!

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