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Oscar keeps his eyes trained on Isabella, both of them staring the other down. He cant help but think about how amusing she looks, brows furrowed in mock anger.
"Let me do it."
"Nope, it's mine."
"Just once!"
"Never."
"Oscar!"
She launches at him, both of them landing on the soft cushion of the hotel bed, and Oscar tries to leap away, clinging to the car keys as Isabella grabs hold of them, her fingers resting above his own.
They wrestle around for control, and despite the fact that Oscar's a formula 1 driver and trains specifically for strength, Isabella is quite strong.
She lets out a triumphant sound when she finally snags the keys from him, straddling him as she does, but she's unaware of her actions as she beams.
"I win." She sticks out her tongue at him and he glances up at her, eyes incredibly fond, it's strange how Isabella hasn't yet noticed.
"Nah, I win." He smirks at her, and her victorious look changes into one of confusion. "But, I have the keys."
She looks down, seemingly just realizing the position she has Oscar in. They both stare at the other, and Oscar's become addicted to watching the reddish hue spread across Isabella's cheeks, a warmth engulfing him whenever he knows that he's the cause for it.
