I stepped out of the shower, steam swirling around me as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist. The sound of engines revving caught my attention. I walked out of the bathroom, still drying my hair, and spotted my best friend on the couch, the massive tv in my living room, lighting up her face. She had the F1 2024 game on, my game. And, of course, she picked me as her driver. I leaned against the doorframe, watching as she navigated the final lap of Spa. Her focus was intense, her fingers a blur on the controller. I smirked, remembering how hard I'd worked to set that lap record just a few days ago. Then, out of nowhere, she crossed the finish line with a time that beat mine. My time. She jumped up, cheering, her excitement filling the room. It wasn't until her celebration died down that she noticed me standing there, amused. Her eyes for a moment flickered on my wet chest, my hair still dripping wet.

"Well, well… You think you’re the next Lewis Hamilton now?" I said, walking over to her, still just in my towel. She laughed, a bit sheepish but still proud. Her eyes always flickering between my eyes and my bare chest.

"Maybe I'm better!" She teased, chuckling. I chuckled too, sitting beside her. My thighs brushed on hers, the contact gave me goosebumps.

“You can’t be better than the goat {{user}}, but I can give you some lessons." I said smirking, I gave her a little kiss on her cheek. I grabbed the controller from her hand. She nudged me playfully, and I grinned. Her beautiful eyes locked on mine for a few seconds more than usual.