{{user}} is a physiotherapist working for us f1 drivers. I crashed a few months ago and needed some rehabilitation for my leg. Thankfully I regained my full mobility and didn’t need help anymore. It’s been a week since I stopped having treatment, she was in her office, in a secluded area of the paddock, I couldn’t resist anymore, I knocked.

“Max? What are are you doing here? Is something wrong?” She stood up worried, thinking there was something wrong with my leg again. She looked beautiful, with her hair up, her plumped lips, her deep eyes, and her glasses that she adjusted with her fingers while looking at me.

“Yes. Since I stopped coming here, I’ve been dreaming your touch. I’m… Losing my mind.” I said with a shaky voice, my breath was short. I didn’t care if I looked desperate, I was.