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I want to be a good man, but Vio makes me want to break every single thing I’ve worked so hard to build. Just one peek into her eyes and I’ll do anything she asks me to.
I get out of my bed after staring at the ceiling for about an hour, trying to think of a solution, but no solution comes to mind.
I need to get fresh air.
Slipping on my Birkenstocks, I open the door to no one in the living room.
Perfect.
Walking down the stairs at practically the speed of light, my pace is brisk as I make it to the sliding glass doors.
My hand reaches the handle and as I’m about to open the door, I hear Vio’s voice behind me.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
I turn toward her, trying to plaster my signature smile on my face, acting as if she doesn’t affect me. When in reality she is one of the only people on this planet who makes me want to break my resolve.
“I was just going for a walk. Want to join me?”Foda.
Fuck. Of course I invited her on a walk that had every intention of getting her out of my mind.
It’s those eyes. I swear they do something to me.
“Sure, let me get my sweatshirt.” She has a pep in her step as she goes up to her room quickly. Once she disappears behind the doors, I let out a groan.
I am down bad, and I don’t know how to get her out of my system. She is one of the only things I’ve wanted for myself in my life and now that she’s right in front of me, I want to take the opportunity and be selfish for once. But my mind always blocks my heart in everything I do. It’s something I’ve been taught since I was a little boy and the only thing I have done for myself is become a Formula One driver.
She walks out of her room now clad in a blue sweatshirt covering her graphic T-shirt. Her Daisy Dukes elongates her legs, causing my heart to stir in my chest.
“I’m ready.” Her smile is the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen, and it’s currently directed toward me. It makes me feel tingly inside and I want all her smiles to be just for me.
Turning around, I open the door, and the sun is setting, which makes the climate a bit cooler as the wind blows on the beach.
Vio follows behind me quickly until she reaches the other side of me. My feet hit the sand and I walk toward the edge of the water. Being beside each other as our feet glide through the ocean, we stroll in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
Another thing I’ve noticed on top of a million others is that I can just sit in silence with her. I’m one of those people who always feel the need to keep the conversation going, trying to prevent people from feeling uncomfortable, but I don’t feel that way with Vio.
“What’s it like being in a Formula One car?” Her tone is soft, but the comment is abrupt. It’s a question that catches me off guard.
I learn more about her every day. She’s full of surprises and it’s something I enjoy.
“That’s a random question, Blondie,” I tease her.
She blushes, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I know, but I’ve always wanted to know. Ale has told me a little bit about what it feels like, but it’s always the same thing and I would like differing opinions to inform myself.” Her answer is clear and firm, and I can’t help but smile at her determination.
“It’s different for every driver.” My shoulders rise in acknowledgment. “For me, it’s something that isn’t quite a rush. There’s an exhaustion to it that makes you want to push as much as you can. The feeling that at any moment the car could spin out of control is frightening yet thrilling. I like to chase things, and when I’m in a car, all I feel is that marathon climbing and climbing until I hit my runner’s high. I don’t have a singular word to describe it. It’s just a feeling few people get to experience.”
“I like that answer,” she tells me, with a small smile on her face. Her eyes soften when they look at me, and it makes my heart jump knowing she’s comfortable in my presence.
“Is it better than the rookie’s?” I grin, knowing that me baiting her with her best friend is something she responds to with the little sass she possesses.
“I don’t know. The only way I could compare or say which one is better is by experiencing what it’s like in an F1 car.” She lets out a sigh, surprising me again with her reply.
“If I had the opportunity of getting you into a Formula One car, I would, but I don’t need you getting hurt on my watch.” The thought of her injuring herself makes me feel achy on the inside.
God, Xavier, you are obsessed to the point of no return.
“You’re right, that’s why I’ll never know.” Her dimples show as she gives me a tight-lipped smile.
