Homesick | Charles Leclerc

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Together, they settled on the beach, the warm sand beneath their feet. As they shared breakfast and conversation, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their little bubble of happiness.

"I never want to go home," Charles remarked, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Alexandra nodded, a soft smile gracing her features. "I could stay here forever."

He leaned in and kissed her, a tender expression of their shared joy. "That's what makes it so special. Just you and me."

Alexandra leaned her head against his shoulder, savoring the moment. "I've never felt more relaxed, more at peace. It's like all our worries have vanished."

Charles nodded, his fingers entwined with hers. "Being here with you makes everything else fade away. I love it. Ma io ti amo di più,"

"I still don't know what on earth you're saying when you talk Italian." Alexandra giggled as he pulled her in for another kiss. His lips tasted like coffee and sea salt, and she savoured every second.

The two of them continued to enjoy their breakfast on the beach, their hearts and souls in sync with the rhythm of the waves. It was a moment of pure bliss, a reminder of the beauty and serenity that life could offer when shared with the one you loved.

As the morning sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm embrace over their private paradise, Charles and Alexandra found solace in the simplicity of the moment. In the midst of their hectic lives, they had found a haven where time seemed to stand still, allowing them to cherish every precious second together.

The day stretched out ahead of them, an unending canvas of azure sky and turquoise waters. After their serene beachside breakfast, Charles and Alexandra decided to immerse themselves further in the natural wonders of their Mexican paradise.

With a surfboard in hand, Charles led Alexandra toward the rolling waves. He was a family decent surfer, and while Alexandra was eager to learn, she had no previous experience with the sport. The prospect of her attempts left both of them brimming with excitement.

The sun hung high in the sky as Charles positioned the surfboard in the shallow water, the waves gently lapping at their legs. Alexandra, clad in a red bikini, stood beside him with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

"Alright, Amor," Charles said, a playful glint in his eyes, "First lesson: It's all about balance and timing."

She nodded, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon where waves rose and fell like nature's dance. "Balance and timing. Got it."

Charles grinned and began explaining the fundamentals of catching a wave, his voice a soothing backdrop to the rhythmic sound of the ocean.

Alexandra watched intently, trying to mimic his movements as he demonstrated. She positioned herself on the board, paddling gingerly when a promising wave approached. Yet, time and again, she found herself tumbling into the water, the sea echoing with Charles' infectious laughter.

"I think I've discovered a new talent," Alexandra teased as she emerged from the water, her hair plastered to her face.

Charles, still grinning, paddled over to her. "Oh, absolutely," he replied with mock seriousness. "The world's first professional wipeout artist. Tu es horrible à ça,"

"Don't bully me, Leclerc, au moins, je suis le meilleur conducteur." She teased him.

Their playful banter was like music to Alexandra's ears. It felt wonderful to let go of her worries and simply enjoy the moment with Charles by her side.