Luciana's point of view:
It's a feeling that I can't explain
Even at this party, with other people.
Even when I'm not in love with him.
My body... my mind
They're looking for him
Always and everywhere.
I get nervous when he's around.
But would you call that being in love?
I don't know...
Charles' point of view
This party was boring, super boring.
But five minutes ago it got hella interesting.
She walked in... with her dreamy angelic hair
And that dress... god that dress
It's so tight, that it leaves nothing to my imagination.
I'm talking to Lando, trying to figure out the mystery girl, but no luck.
Honestly, he's been ranting about something for about half an hour, but my mind just can't focus on him.
It only focuses on the girl with the red dress.
The tight red dress.
Who is apparently walking towards me right now.
Stay cool
Stay calm
Wait why can't I function anymore?
'Charles', Luciana's voice is like music to my ears.
'Luciana, good evening'
'Good evening to you too, care for a dance?', she holds out her hand.
I look at her hands... I wonder what they look like wrapped around my di-
Charles what the fuck.
'Sure, yes, I mean', very confident Charles.
We walk towards the dancing area, the DJ is now playing a slower song.
My hands glide to her hips, and as if it was intended, they match perfectly.
Her hips swaying to the rhythm of the song.
'To what do I owe this... dance?', I ask.
'I figured we should talk about... what happened', she whispers.
Really? Here? Now?
'What about it?', I whisper back.
'What was your intention with it?', she asks.
What does she mean?
'What?'
'Were you kissing me because... of me? Or because you are... you know... a man whore?'.
I can't help but laugh.
I look around, when I'm sure that no one is paying attention to us I move my hands to her ass.
'Charles...', her whole body stiffens.
I move my face closer to hers...
'If I could truly act on my intrusive thoughts... I would kiss you... here on this dance floor. Because of you, not because of your gender, if that is what you're saying', I whisper in her ear.
She is struggling to find words, I can see that.
'What... uhm... what would you do after the kiss?', she whispers.
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Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction
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