Winning was one thing. But celebrating like this? This was everything.

The music was shaking the floor. The entire team was there—mechanics, engineers, Zak dancing like he didn’t just close a million-dollar deal. And Lando? Lando was glowing.

He’d changed out of his race suit into a black button-up that you definitely picked out. His curls were still damp from the podium champagne. His hand had barely left your waist since the second you walked in.

“You good?” he shouted over the music, leaning close.

You nodded, dizzy from more than just the drinks. “You deserve this.”

He pulled you in like he couldn’t help it—one arm around your waist, the other reaching for the bottle someone had just handed him.

You blinked. “Wait. Are you—”

He grinned. “You know what time it is.”

Before you could protest, he popped the bottle, champagne spraying into the air like a second podium. The team lost it. You ducked, laughing as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the center of the room.

“Lando!”

“What?” he shouted, grinning. “I feel amazing!”

You spun under his arm, barely catching your breath, the beat of Feel So Close kicking in just as he leaned in close enough to speak into your ear.

“Can’t believe I won a race and still somehow scored the hottest girl in the room.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning.

But his hand was still in yours.

And his smile didn’t fade.

Not once.