He bursts through the crowd, adrenaline still pumping, champagne dripping down his face and sweat glistening on his skin. His eyes lock on you instantly, and a wild grin spreads across his face. “There you are!” he shouts over the cheers, striding straight toward you. The air practically sizzles from his energy.

He pulls you into a triumphant hug, chest pressing against yours, and before you can react, he leans in and presses a quick, teasing kiss to your lips. “We did it… we freaking did it! And I had to find you first,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice low and playful. Pulling back just slightly, his grin widens. “Careful… winning like this is dangerous. Not just for the podium… for you too.”