You and Lando were teammates, recently he’d been getting more and more protective, jealous and possessive over you. When you two were out after the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix, you were dancing and flirting with other drivers all night. He couldn’t stand it.

As soon as he could grab you, all alone, he did, taking you away and kissing you immediately, it was needy, it was sloppy, it was slow. He needed you like a man in the desert needed water. Like how a car needs fuel.