Considerations

Rory’s POV

It had started calmly. They were standing in their room, the one they had shared in Monaco the night after Wicho’s win. Rory was wearing her golden lionel pajama set, the one that doesn’t leave too much for one’s imagination. Her long mess of blonde hair was loose, it was always a mess and this time wasn’t the exception.

Mauro was wearing his pajama shorts, the black ones, while his chest remained bare. He had just walked into the room as he messed up his curly hair. Rory had spotted him because of the mirror and as their eyes met he winked at her. The blonde’s heart fluttered, like it did everytime Mauro dared spare a glance at her. The sight of the brunet’s honey colored eyes was like a match being thrown into a bucket of gasoline except it wasn’t really a bucket it was Rory and the gasoline was her feelings for him.