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You're gonna have to explain this one to her personally.
Should probably do it in French.
Kimi
I take it back
I take everything back
I'm defecting to IndyCar
Tell the FIA I'm sorry
Oh no
First of all, the FIA can fuck off.
Second, you're staying.
You're apologizing.
And I'm bringing popcorn.
Kimi
Aurélie if you're reading this
Pls no murder
XO
Seriously mate?
Siblings don't say "XO"
Marco
HAHAHAHA Fraser it's good to have you back
I lay there chuckling, hating and loving every minute of this, before I dragged myself out of bed and stripped, sighing the entire time. I forced myself to shower. The hot water was a relief on my sore muscles, and I stood there for way too fucking long reminiscing on theI love yousexchanged in here and wishing my cock would chill the fuck out.
It didn't, so I got off thinking about how fierce and strong my woman was. How sexy she looked. How sweet she was curled into me. How she'd come for me when I'd shut her out.
I came so goddamn hard that my head pounded, and when I stepped out, steam curling around me, I went straight for the tin jar on my bedside. I unscrewed the lid and the scent hit me like a punch to the chest—lavender, chamomile, sweet and medicinal and utterlyher. I pressed my fingers to the salve, warm and soft, and worked it gently into my ribs, chest, shoulders, and neck.
Even the act of that—the intimacy of rubbing something she made onto my broken body—felt like worship.
Ugh. I needed her.
My phone buzzed, and this time her name appeared, first in the group chat.
Aurélie
Don't worry, Kimi.
I don't kill family.
But I DO hold grudges.
