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Speed | CS55

Summary: In a chance encounter at a gas station, a mysterious woman on a Yamaha YZF R6 catches the attention of Carlos, a charming Ferrari driver. Little did they know the journey they would both go on.

Warning: Smut, fluff

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (Lola)

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Chapter 8

Lola lay sprawled atop Carlos, her body moulded to his beneath her as she rested her chin on her hands, propped up on his chest. She gazed up at him with a soft, affectionate expression, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of tenderness and desire. The room was bathed in the soft glow of morning light, casting a warm, golden hue over their entwined forms.

Carlos's fingers gently twirled strands of Lola's hair, his touch feather-light as he traced the curves of her locks. Each movement was deliberate, as if he were trying to memorise every contour, every texture of her hair, committing it to memory for safekeeping. He wanted to savour every moment with her, to etch this fleeting instance into his mind forever.

As he looked down into Lola's deep, soulful eyes, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. In her gaze, he found solace, comfort, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, cocooned in their own private sanctuary, shielded from the outside world by the sheer intensity of their connection.

Time seemed to stand still as they lay there together, lost in each other's embrace.

“I've had a great time with you.” Carlos held Lola close, his arms wrapped around her as he whispered softly.

Lola shifted slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her features as she attempted to move off him. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, that the fragile bubble of intimacy they had shared was about to burst.

“Mmh. I hear a 'but' coming.” She countered, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. She braced herself for what she knew was coming next, steeling herself for the inevitable disappointment.

Carlos felt a pang of guilt as he sensed Lola's apprehension. He hadn't meant to give her the impression that he was about to pull away, but he knew that his actions had inadvertently led to her uncertainty.

"I have to go," he informed her, his voice tinged with regret.

"Of course you do," Lola replied, her tone laced with sarcasm as she forced a bitter chuckle. She knew this moment was coming, had anticipated it from the very beginning, but that didn't make it any less painful.

With a heavy heart, Lola stood up from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate as she wrapped a blanket around her naked body. The warmth of their embrace still lingered in the air, but it felt hollow now, a cruel reminder of what could have been.

“If I could stay, I would. I really would.” He continued, his voice laden with sincerity. “But I need to travel for work, I have flights and…”

He trailed off, the words falling away as he struggled to find the right ones to express the turmoil churning inside him.

Lola paused, her movements faltering as she studied him intently. His words echoed in her mind, a delicate balance between truth and deception, leaving her torn between disbelief and a flicker of hope.

“Please believe me when I say I want to stay.” He implored, his voice soft yet urgent, his eyes searching hers for any sign of understanding.

Lola's heart clenched at Carlos's words, torn between the desire to believe him and the fear of being hurt once again. She knew all too well the pain of investing her trust in someone only to have it shattered in the end. But there was something in Carlos's eyes, a vulnerability and sincerity that tugged at her heartstrings.

She paused in her movements, her gaze locked with his as she searched for any sign of deception. His words echoed in her mind, each syllable laced with a raw honesty that she couldn't ignore.

“Where are you flying to?” She asked, her voice laced with a hint of scepticism as she attempted to gauge his sincerity.

“Maranello, Italy.” Carlos answered without hesitation, his tone unwavering as he met her gaze.

Lola's eyebrows raised slightly at his prompt response. It was a name she was all too familiar with, a place synonymous with the iconic Italian sports car manufacturer.

“My head office is based there, so I have to travel there quite frequently,” he explained to which she nodded and threw him his shirt and pants. “I have a contract until the end of the year, then I need to move onto something new.”

As Lola busied herself with finding something to wear, the gentle rustle of fabric filling the room, she sensed Carlos's presence drawing nearer. She could feel the subtle shift in the air, the soft tread of his footsteps as he closed the distance between them.

Without a word, his arms encircled her waist from behind, drawing her into his embrace. Lola's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected touch, her breath catching in her throat as warmth spread through her body.

“I really wish I could spend the rest of the day with you.” He whispered into her ear.

For a moment, they stood there in silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of their breaths mingling together. Lola closed her eyes, allowing herself to melt into the safety of his arms, the world outside fading away into insignificance.

Carlos's embrace was comforting, a tangible reminder of the connection they shared. His touch sent shivers down her spine, igniting a spark of desire that lingered between them like an unspoken promise.

As he pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck, Lola felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes, conveying a depth of feeling that words could never fully express.

“You, sir, are quite the smooth operator after all.” She whispered back as she turned around in his arms.

Carlos blinked in astonishment, his mind reeling at Lola's revelation. He hadn't expected her to know his identity, let alone be a fan of Formula 1.

“You knew?” He echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief as he searched her eyes for any hint of deception.

“Of course, I knew. I watch Formula 1.” Lola grinned mischievously, her laughter dancing in her eyes as she nodded in confirmation.

Carlos couldn't help but marvel at the irony of the situation. Here he was, a renowned F1 driver for Scuderia Ferrari, unknowingly falling for a woman who not only shared his passion for racing but also recognized him from the start.

“I can't believe it.” He chuckled, shaking his head in amazement. “And here I was, trying to be all mysterious. Why didn't you say anything?”

“You were trying your best to just be Carlos, not Carlos Sainz, the F1 driver.” She shrugged, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“Well, I suppose I didn't do a very good job of it, did I?” Carlos chuckled, the sound warm and genuine as he reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face.

“And here I thought you'd flirt with me in Spanish and make me swoon.” Lola teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

“I made you swoon when I was chasing you down the highway.” Carlos chuckled, his gaze lingering on her with a mixture of amusement and fondness.

“It was a Ferrari, of course I'd swoon.” Lola rolled her eyes playfully, a smile tugging at her lips.

“I think you're more into my car than me, mon amor.” Carlos teased, his voice laced with mock indignation.

“Bring your Golf next time then you'll see me really swoon.” Lola laughed, the sound light and carefree as she leaned in closer to him.

“If that means seeing you again.” Carlos's smile widened, his heart swelling with affection for the spirited woman before him.

“I'd love that.” Lola replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she met his gaze.

And in that moment, surrounded by laughter and warmth, they both knew that this was only the beginning of their adventure together.

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Taglist: @itsjustkhaos @notyouraveragemochii @heyheyheyggg

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isawthesainz · 3 days

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scuderiaferrari @/Carlossainz55 and @/charles_leclerc get a chance to help design our #MiamiGP livery 👀

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kichona-s · 2 days

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if carcar continues to have this beef my hands are gonna be forced to draw them having nasty butts3x like i'm motivated by love but i am even MORE motivated by the Funny

(maybe like softcore yknow if i actually do this i want it spread onto f1tiktok. I will be a fucking MENANCE)

#f1 #formula 1 #op81 #cs55 #oscar piastri #carlos sainz

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aston-angel · 13 hours

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"Bit the Hand That Fed You"

Illustration for me and @ro55ocorsa's F1 dæmon AU.

A very large web-weave project under the 'read more' for context to a man and his fictional wolf.

And that's all, folks!

#f1 #formula 1 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #f1 fanart #cs55 #f1 art #web weave #daemons au #is that enough tags? ok? ok.

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perfectlycleverduck · 18 hours

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carlossainz55: riding around 📍🍏

Carlos Sainz Vázquez de Castro??? In NYC riding bikes, buying pastries and eating burgers😣🩷

this is a man that's supposed to be signing a contract btw😭😭😭

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #cs55 #slap a coquette bow emoji on his head permanently #hes so babyyy #i bet Rebecca took these pictures #because Guzman is back in Spain

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landograndprix · 2 days

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#loving all carlos vids on tiktok #💀#carlos sainz #cs55

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rens-daylight · 2 days

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Me? Being envious of you? Who I am envious of is:

I really adore her ☺️🫶🏻

#formula 1 #mclaren #ferrari #f1 academy #carlos sainz #cs55 #bianca bustamante #bb16 #lando norris #ln4

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codebianchi · 1 day

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Radio Silence

summary: charles has never had anyone stay in his corner, except for carlos

Carlos made a promise to Charles that he would do everything possible to return home to him at the end of each day. He devoted himself to Charles like he was a God that Carlos desperately needed to please. It was never asked of him. He simply kneeled on the ground before the man, wanting nothing more than to be within the range of his presence for even just a moment. Charles never promised Carlos the same. He didn’t have to. The brunette trailed the Spaniard like a small duckling who found someone to care for it. Everything about them was mutual, even if it was never stated to be that way. They were the two different sides of a coin; one a head to the other's tail. That’s just how they were, endlessly bound to each other.

Carlos busted his way through the front door of his apartment which he shared with his boyfriend. He was loud, both of his arms loaded up with bags of groceries that he had picked up on the way home from work to cook dinner for the two of them. Hopping around on one foot, he managed to use the other to swing the door shut behind him. With an abrupt stumble, the grocery bags found their weight resting on the kitchen counter rather than the thin plastic handles that dug marks into Carlos’ arms beneath his puffer jacket. Carlos fought with the bag handles, trying to quickly slide the tangled plastic off of his arms. Eventually, a bag ripped, unknotting the bags and allowing his thick arm to slip out of the mess. He removed his jacket, taking a few steps away from the kitchen to toss it onto the arm of the couch.

“Hey Alexa,” Carlos called out into the silence, “play me something good, please.”

A robotic beep disrupted the silence which was soon followed by some music. Carlos hummed along to himself as he emptied the plastic bags. He scooped up the empty bags, depositing them. Carlos worked his way around the kitchen, making his best efforts to make Charles’ favorite dish taste just as good as when his mother used to cook it. Taking a pot from the bottom cabinet, he made his way towards the sink to fill it up. The water sloshed towards the edges as he tiptoed to the stove, placing the pot onto the burner as carefully as possible. A small sizzle filled the room as a small splash of water leaped over the edge of the pot, making Carlos wince.

“Carlos?” A voice from behind him made him jump in his skin. He quickly spun around to see a sleepy Charles leaning against the wall, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the sleeve of the Spaniard’s oversized sweater that he’d scooped off the ground.

“Charlie,” The man breathed out, turning his back to the brunette to pour salt into his hand for the pasta water that sat on the heat. “You scared me, what’s up?”

“Mmm, nothing…” The sleepy man hummed, pushing his weight from the wall to slide himself onto a stool at the kitchen counter.

The soft music that filled the empty air between the two lovers felt heavy. For the first time, the silence that always felt comfortable made Carlos feel like he was drowning. He took a shaky breath in, but he could only feel himself sinking, his chest getting tighter. He reached over, grabbing the box of pasta he had purchased. Ripping open the top of the box, he poured the noodles in. He winced as a small drop of water landed on his hand, but he quickly wiped the water off on his pants.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #charlos #charlos fic #charles leclerc #cl16 #charles leclerc fanfic #carlos sainz #cs55 #cs55 fic #cl16 fic #carlos sainz fanfic

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formulaheaders · 2 days

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carlos sainz

◦ bahrain grand prix ◦ like/reblog if you save or use and please don't repost ◦ © piastricc

#cs55 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz headers #2024 #f1 2024 #twitter layouts #f1 twitter #formula one #formula 1 #twitter headers #f1 headers #f1 #headers #bahrain gp 2024 #bahrain gp #ferrari #ferrari headers #scuderia ferrari

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sennasiempre · 3 days

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Now that the post race haze has somewhat cleared can we talk about the horrible 3.3s pitstop for Carlos? Even microseconds are essential in a race and the Ferrari strategist literally cost him an entire second which he otherwise could've utilized to catch up to Piastri and then later to Leclerc. P3 was all but confirmed for Carlos if it weren't for Ferrari sabotaging him in broad daylight.

Another issue is that 5 seconds post race penalty. So you're telling me Hamilton doesn't get one, Piastri doesn't get one, but Sainz does? Maybe Alonso was onto something because this is blatant discrimination. I don't care which driver you are a fan of but I think we can all agree if this continues to happen f1 is going to shite. Today it was Carlos, tomorrow it'll be someone else. The nationality bias is so evident, FIA might as well scream it out loud.

Anyways, onto round 7 now. Vamos Carlitos! I'm seeing a podium in Italy with the current pace!

#carlos sainz #cs55 #formula 1 #miami gp 2024 #f1

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bottom55cs · 3 days

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Carlos Sainz Jr.

#scuderia ferrari #shell #formula 1 #f1 #cs55 #carlos sainz #beautiful

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nayziiz · 3 hours

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Bridges | CS55

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (you)

Author's note: I'm trying something a little bit different with shorter form fics, so please send through any requests or feedback. These one shots will likely not have a second part unless it really speaks to me to continue with it. Thank you!

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Navigating a relationship fraught with distance and conflicting schedules can feel like traversing a rocky terrain, where every step forward is met with an unpredictable stumble. For you and Carlos, the challenges seem insurmountable at times. His perpetual travels, fueled by professional commitments or personal adventures, create chasms of physical separation that no amount of digital connection can bridge. Your own demanding job adds another layer of complexity, leaving scant pockets of time for meaningful interaction.

In this dynamic, the moments of togetherness become precious, almost elusive treasures hidden amidst the hustle and bustle of life. Video calls, once envisioned as lifelines, are reduced to fleeting encounters, struggling to capture the essence of your bond in pixels and sound waves. The warmth of his embrace, the sound of his laughter, the nuances of his expressions—these are distilled into fragmented pixels on a screen, a pale reflection of the real connection you crave.

The minimal time spent together often ended in arguments, particularly about your job. It wasn’t that you couldn’t work remotely—because you could—but rather, it was a matter of principle; sacrificing everything to please a man didn’t sit well with you. Carlos, to his credit, respected your career and never explicitly demanded such sacrifices, but the thought lingered, occasionally slipping out during heated debates. In those moments, you'd shut down, refusing to speak to him for days before mustering the strength to be civil again. You couldn’t help but wonder why he couldn’t consider giving up his job if it were so easy.

The aftermath of Carlos's slip of the tongue left a bitter taste in your mouth, a cocktail of resentment and hurt that soured the air between you. The weight of his words hung heavy in the silence that enveloped your shared space, casting a shadow over the once-intimate moments you cherished. The resentment festered, morphing into a simmering disdain that threatened to consume any remnants of affection.

Sleeping in the spare bedroom became an act of self-preservation, a physical manifestation of the emotional distance you felt compelled to maintain. Meals were solitary affairs, punctuated by the hollow echo of his absence and the gnawing ache of unresolved conflict. You sought refuge in the sanctuary of your bedroom, retreating behind closed doors as a shield against the pain that lingered in the spaces between you.

In hindsight, you couldn't help but question the pettiness of your actions. Was it fair to punish him with your silent reproach, denying him the opportunity to apologise and seek reconciliation? Perhaps not, but in the throes of hurt and indignation, rationality often takes a backseat to raw emotion. The desire for acknowledgment, for validation of your pain, outweighed any semblance of reason.

For Carlos, the silence was deafening, a constant reminder of his transgression and the widening chasm between you. He longed for the chance to express his regret, to extend an olive branch in the hopes of mending the fractured bond. Yet, each attempt was met with a wall of icy silence, leaving him stranded on the shores of remorse with no path to redemption.

In the end, both of you found yourselves trapped in a cycle of resentment and regret, each harbouring grievances left unspoken in the name of pride and stubbornness. The space between you grew wider with each passing day, a gaping void that threatened to swallow any hope of reconciliation. And as the silence stretched on, the echoes of unsaid apologies reverberated in the emptiness, a haunting reminder of the love that lay buried beneath the rubble of unresolved conflict.

Recognizing the toxicity of the situation, you came to the sobering realisation that the only path forward was to bring closure to the tumultuous chapter of your relationship. Amid the tangled web of hurt feelings and unresolved conflicts, the prospect of an amicable parting seemed like a distant beacon of hope, offering a glimmer of light in the darkness of uncertainty.

It was a decision fraught with emotion, tinged with a bittersweet mixture of sadness and relief. Ending things meant confronting the painful truth that the love you once shared had morphed into something unrecognisable, weighed down by the burden of unspoken grievances and unmet expectations. Yet, it also offered the promise of liberation, a chance to reclaim agency over your own happiness and well-being.

As you walked side by side along the familiar path to the nearby park, the weight of the impending conversation hung heavy in the air, casting a palpable tension over the otherwise serene atmosphere. The chirping of birds and rustling of leaves provided a backdrop to the silence that stretched between you, punctuated only by sporadic attempts at small talk that faltered and died as quickly as they began.

Each step felt like a journey into the unknown, a hesitant march towards a destination fraught with uncertainty and apprehension. You stole glances at Carlos, noting the furrow of his brow and the downturn of his lips, a reflection of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface.

As you walked together, the weight of the impending conversation still heavy on your mind, Carlos's sudden shift in focus caught you off guard. Following his gaze, you spotted the source of his attention—a young boy, no older than six, standing alone with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Without hesitation, Carlos reached for your hand, his grip firm and reassuring, as he guided you towards the distraught child. There was a sense of urgency in his movements, a silent determination to offer comfort and assistance to someone in need.

As you approached, the boy's cries grew louder, echoing through the quiet surroundings of the park. His eyes widened in surprise as Carlos knelt down beside him, his voice gentle and soothing as he offered words of reassurance.

“Hey there, buddy. What's wrong? Are you lost?” Carlos's voice was calm and steady, a beacon of comfort amidst the storm of the boy's emotions. The boy sniffled, wiping tears from his cheeks as he nodded hesitantly.

“I-I can't find my mom,” he whimpered, his bottom lip quivering with fear.

“It's okay, we're going to help you find her, alright? What's your name?” Carlos's expression softened, his eyes filled with empathy as he reached out to gently pat the boy's shoulder.

The boy sniffled again, his tears beginning to abate as he whispered, “Nicolas.”

you couldn't help but instinctively pull him closer, enveloping him in a protective embrace as you offered what comfort you could. His small frame felt fragile against your side, a poignant reminder of the vulnerability of youth and the universal need for reassurance in times of distress.

Swallowing hard against the lump that threatened to rise in your throat, you fought to maintain a façade of composure, knowing that your own tears would offer little solace to the frightened child in your arms. Instead, you focused on projecting an aura of calm and reassurance, drawing strength from the warmth of Carlos's presence by your side.

Turning to him, you met his gaze, finding in his eyes a reflection of your own concern and worry. Yet, beneath the surface, there was also a shared determination—a silent pact to weather whatever storm lay ahead, together.

“We'll find his mom, Carlos,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper as you sought to reassure both the boy and yourself. “We won't stop until we do.”

Carlos nodded, his expression a mixture of resolve and compassion as he reached out to gently squeeze your hand.

“We'll do whatever it takes,” he replied, his voice steady despite the hint of emotion that lingered in his tone.

“What does your mom look like? Can you remember what she was wearing?” you asked the young boy.

As Nicolas described his mother's appearance, you listened intently, committing every detail to memory as you scanned the park for any sign of a woman matching his description. Carlos, ever vigilant, was already casting his gaze across the sprawling expanse of greenery, searching for the telltale hint of pink amidst the sea of foliage and fellow park-goers.

Your heart raced with each passing moment, the urgency of the situation driving you forward as you navigated the maze of pathways and shaded groves. Every rustle of leaves, every flash of colour, sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through your veins, heightening your senses as you strained to catch a glimpse of Nicolas's missing mother.

Minutes stretched into eternity as you combed through the park, your determination unwavering despite the mounting sense of unease that gnawed at the edges of your consciousness.

As you lifted Nicolas into your arms, feeling the weight of his small frame against your chest, a surge of maternal instinct washed over you, driving you forward with a sense of purpose and determination. His tear-streaked face nestled against your shoulder, his sobs muffled by the fabric of your shirt, and in that moment, you knew that you would do whatever it took to offer him comfort and reassurance.

Caught up in the whirlwind of emotion, you barely noticed Carlos's approach until he was by your side, his eyes soft with concern and tenderness as he reached out to gently take Nicolas from your arms. His touch was gentle yet firm, his arms cradling the boy with a sense of ease that spoke volumes of his natural empathy and compassion.

“He's too heavy for you to keep carrying,” Carlos remarked, his voice gentle yet firm as he adjusted his grip on Nicolas, offering him a reassuring smile. “Let me take him for a while.”

Reluctantly, you relinquished your hold on Nicolas, watching with a mixture of awe and admiration as Carlos effortlessly carried the boy in his arms. The resentment and anger that had simmered between you for weeks seemed to evaporate in an instant, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and love.

As you watched Carlos interact with Nicolas, his face alight with warmth and kindness, you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride welling up within you. Here was a man who had faced his own struggles and shortcomings, yet had risen above them with grace and compassion. In that moment, any doubts or misgivings you had harboured seemed trivial in comparison to the depth of love and admiration you felt for him.

And then, just as doubt began to creep in, a flash of pink caught your eye—a figure emerging from behind a cluster of trees, her black hair glinting in the sunlight as she approached.

“There she is!” Nicolas exclaimed, his voice tinged with relief as he pointed towards the approaching figure.

You followed his gaze, your heart soaring with gratitude and relief as you spotted the woman, her pink shirt unmistakable amidst the verdant backdrop of the park. With a sense of urgency, you guided Nicolas towards her, Carlos at your side as you closed the distance between yourselves and the reunited pair.

As Nicolas's mother enveloped him in a tight embrace, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks, you couldn't help but feel a swell of emotion welling up within you. The tension that had gripped your chest began to ebb away, replaced by a profound sense of gratitude and relief as you witnessed the joy of their reunion.

“You've been so kind,” Nicolas’s mother murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Of course,” Carlos replied, his voice soft yet resolute as he met Nicolas's mother's gaze with a reassuring smile. “We're just glad we could help.”

Carlos’s eyes reflected the warmth and sincerity of her words. With a nod of acknowledgment, he tightened his arm around your shoulders, drawing you close in a gesture of solidarity and support.

Feeling his embrace, you couldn't help but return the gesture, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him closer with a sense of gratitude and affection. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the park and the gentle hum of evening, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment wash over you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

Turning back to Carlos, you met his gaze with a soft smile, a silent acknowledgment of the strength and compassion that had drawn you to him in the first place.

“I can't be without you,” you confessed, your voice barely above a breath as you voiced the depth of your need.

As the words tumbled from your lips, carried on a whisper of vulnerability and longing, you felt the weight of their truth settle heavily in the space between you. In response, Carlos's expression softened, his eyes reflecting the sincerity of your words as he reached out to gently cup your face in his hands.

“Me either, my love,” he murmured, his voice a tender echo of your own sentiments as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against your forehead.

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver of emotion coursing through you, reaffirming the depth of the bond that bound you together. Yet, even as you revelled in the comfort of his embrace, a nagging sense of unease lingered in the recesses of your mind—an unspoken acknowledgment of the challenges that lay ahead.

“I don't know how, but we need to fix this,” you added, your voice tinged with determination as you met Carlos's gaze with a steadfast resolve.

The words hung heavy in the air, a solemn vow to confront the obstacles that threatened to tear you apart and find a path forward, together. Carlos nodded, his grip on your body tightening ever so slightly as he met your gaze with a fierce determination of his own.

“No matter what it takes, we'll find a way to make this work,” he replied, his voice infused with unwavering conviction.

In that moment, as you stood locked in each other's gaze, you knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and uncertainty. Yet, with love as your guiding light and determination as your compass, you were ready to face whatever obstacles lay in your path, hand in hand, united in purpose and resolve.

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