chapter thirty two

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y/n's point of view:

I woke up feeling someone's hot breath on my neck and hair were bedding my chin. It took me a minute to realise it's THE Leclerc that came to my room at 4am and that it wasn't just a dream. I got back to reality when he spoke up silently after I pulled away carefully

"Hi" He looked me in the eyes, I felt touched by his hoplessness he was showing in them

"Hi," I didn't know what to say, so I just got up and went into the bathroom to absorb what just happened, I was sleeping next to him, actually not just next to him, but we were fucking cuddling...ew.

He showed up in the door of the bathroom already dressed.

"Hey, I'm sorry for coming here" He apologised silently

"It's fine" I said quicky "let's just forget about it"

He nodded with a straight face "I'm gonna leave now, bye"

"Bye" I turned around to face the mirror again looking at myself, I felt so weird about it all...

However I took a shower and got ready for the day. Isa texted me when I was just putting makeup on.

Isa Hernáez

8:23

Wanna join me for breakfast in the restaurant we talked about? 😏

8:24

Sure, I'm getting ready now, I'll be there in 10

8:24

Okay

I did as I said and arrived on time to see her just sit by a table.

"Good morning" I smiled

"Hii" She responded getting up and hugging me

I hugged her back "excited for the race?"

"Kinda, hope Carlos wins again" She chuckled

"I mean, I wouldn't be surprised" I sat by the table chuckling "he's doing well"

"Yeah, but I actually feel bad for Charles these past few days" Isa says with sad smile

"Why?" I chuckled ironically "he's getting drunk all the time, it's his fault"

"Yeah, but still" She shrugged her shoulders "never mind, what are we ordering?"

I opened the menu and we started to discuss all choices we got. We both finally ordered after a few minutes and got back to our discussion, when the waiter left.

"Just wanted to ask you, is your room number 301?" She asked 

"Yes, why?" I chuckled

"Then why have I seen Leclerc leaving it exactly at 7:57?" She had an immediate smirk on her face. I wasn't expecting this was the reason she is asking. I would never expect it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"I needed to discuss a few things with him before today's race" I lied without trying to show any signs of the fucking stress I was feeling

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