Hopelessly Devoted ☆ Pierre Gasly

XXVIII

"Rough night?" Delilah asked and gave Juliette a comforting smile.

"Meh..." Juliette shrugged. "Kinda." She rubbed her face and yawned.

Delilah smirked and had a quick glance at her watch, there were a few minutes left before the workday began. "Tea?"

"Absolutely," Juliette replied and got up again.

"Days like this makes me feel I'm camping. It's all so tiny, and I don't have my own space," Delilah complained. "It's almost cosy."

Juliette nodded and walked to the kitchen area. "Camping with Mercedes, what an honour," she sarcastically said.

"But how are you? Feeling okay?" Delilah tapped some water in the tea cooker and waited for it to warm up.

It was silence from Juliette's side, making it clear to Delilah she didn't want to talk about it. Or at least, Delilah thought that was why Juliette was silent. However, Juliette was debating in her head whether she should tell Delilah about it or not.

"I slept with Pierre."

The eyes of Delilah rounded, and she turned around to look at her friend.

"And I don't know if we needed to have sex, if we needed each other, if we were sad, if we have feelings for each other, if we pretended we liked each other because Anthoine wanted us to like each other," Juliette blurted, she needed to share it with someone. It was bothering her, more like in an I-need-to-tell-someone-it. Tears formed in her eyes. "I'm so lost, and I don't know what to do now."

"I certainly didn't saw this coming," Delilah whispered and held in her breath. "How did it happen?"

Juliette sighed. "I was sitting in a park, he joined me, we just sat there, and I kissed him. One thing led to another." She looked down, really not knowing what to feel.

"Did you do it in a park?" Delilah confusedly, almost disgusted, asked. "How?"

"Gosh, no," Juliette shot back. "The fuck, no. We went to his hotel."

The water was boiling. "Okay, that's good. How did it feel?"

"It felt good, like actually good. It's probably the best sex I had in years," Juliette softly replied, making sure no one else would hear it. "And it felt like we were made for each other, everything went so natural, and it felt comfortable, like I was home in his arms..."

Like I was home in his arms... It hit Delilah from the inside, she saw how deep it was for Juliette. "Fuck, Julie," she mouthed and poured the hot water into two cups. "But why is it such a big deal?"

"Because he is Pierre." There was no hesitation to that answer. "This was seriously the first night I slept for the whole night since last week."

"So?"

Juliette shook her head. "I hurt him when I left him behind in France when he was trying to help me. Anthoine isn't with us anymore..." She bit on the inside of her cheek for a few second to think of the real reason. "The confirmation."

"Of what? Babe, if everything feels right, you don't need to hide it," Delilah advised.

"Pierre...I...he..." Juliette parted her lips and looked around in the small room. "It's Pierre."

"What's up with Pierre?" Peter entered the kitchen area, followed by other engineers. He looked questionable at Juliette and got himself some coffee.

"He..." Juliette had to come up with something. What if he heard her talk? Or other people listened to her? "...asked me how I was doing." She looked at Delilah for help.

"Just a simple chat, just debriefing that conversation," Delilah casually said.

"Debriefing that conversation?" Peter raised his eyebrows.

Delilah widely smiled. "Yes, like evaluating, talking about it. I was looking for that word, couldn't come up with it," she continued.

"Right..."

"That's what girls do," she continued and gave a cup of tea to Juliette. "And those are things you shouldn't care about, Peta." Delilah left the area, dragging Juliette with her. "We will talk about this later. But Julie, don't be harsh on yourself. Yes, it's him, but think about the words you just said. Sometimes you have to take the shot; be insecure, be lost, be scared, but then you'll find out if it works or not." A warm smile grew on her face. "It's okay to be lost. Don't overthink it."

The corners of Juliette's mouth carefully curled up. "Thanks," she softly said. "I will talk to you over the radio."

"Talk to you over the radio," Delilah replied and walked to her spot in the area, which was on the other side of the room.

Juliette sat down behind her laptop and took a sip carefully from the hot tea. She made sure her headset was connected to the server, and she waited until everybody was ready to begin.

"You good?" Peter asked and sat down next to her. "I'm here if you need to talk, even if it's just to listen." He knew Juliette good by now to tell something was bothering her.

"I really appreciate it," she thankfully smiled. "Lunch?"

"Lunch," he said, satisfied and put on his headset.

It was silence in the room. "RJ, time to shine!"

She put on her headset and opened the radio for everyone in the room, accepting the connection from the guys back at the factory in England. "Buongiorno a tutti," she started the workday. "Welcome to Autodromo Nazionale di Monza in Italy, the fourteenth race out of the twenty-one..."