Page 93 of Close Contact

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He grinned. “I’m just saying, that level of self-destruction is definitely not over personality alone.”

“Marco.”

“Or maybe,” he continued, dramatic as hell as he balanced on the back two legs of his chair, “you’ve just finally met the one person who makes your emotionally repressed ass feel something deeper than tire degradation.”

I swiped the Sharpie off the table and threw it at him. He dodged it, laughing.

“Pathetic. The ultimate playboy has been collared. What a tragedy to the female species.”

“Shut the fuck up and go cry into your race boots or something,” I snapped.

Marco just kept cackling like my personal hell was his favorite form of entertainment. He leaned closer and nudged his elbow against mine. I shoved his shoulder. “I’m going to share your little meltdown with the group. They deserve to witness the downfall.”

I didn’t stop him. Quite frankly, I didn’t care. Just because Aurélie and I convinced Marco and Kimi that we were waiting didn’t change anything between us.

Marco

Fraser is currently staring into the void like a man who just discovered feelings are, in fact, fatal. @Kimi

Kimi

Mate. Is he okay?

Marco

Unclear. He sighed so loud just now I felt it in my soul. This is after he’s spent the entire day being a grumpy asshole, btw.

Do you two not have literally ANYTHING better to do?

Kimi

Do YOU not have a girlfriend you’re definitely “not seeing until the end of the season”?

Marco

Still the funniest lie I’ve ever heard.

“We’re just waiting until the season is over.”

Mate. You’ve been sulking since we left Monaco.

I shook my head and kicked Marco under the table. He groaned and slammed the front legs of his chair down.

“Ow. That hurt,” he whined.

“Grow a pair.” I quickly tapped out another response.

We are waiting.

Kimi

Sure, and I’m celibate.

Marco

I heard you growl when a reporter asked you about your rivalry with her.

Kimi

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