A few hours after Esteban's win, the paddock is quieter, the party winding down. Esteban leans against the wall, his earlier adrenaline fading into a satisfied glow. “Wow, I can't believe I got my first win,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief.
You step closer. “You did it! You won! How does it feel?”
He grins, but there’s a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. “It feels so.... Amazing. I needed you here to share it with me, soleil.”
Without hesitation, he pulls you into a tight embrace, resting his chin on your head. “Just hold me for a minute.”
“Always,” you reply, savoring the warmth between you.
After a moment, he pulls back slightly, mischief returning to his gaze. “Do you want to celebrate with me, alone?”
You laugh, excitement bubbling up again. “Of course I do. What do you have planned?”
With a smile, he takes your hand. "Whatever you want, ange. I don't mind as long as it's you I'm celebrating with."