Frida couldn't concentrate. She'd been staring at the same pages for hours, her brain utterly fried.
"Fuck!" she hissed, slamming the book shut. The bloody exam was tomorrow, and she only had eighteen hours left to study.
What the hell could she do?
With a sigh, she flipped on the TV, the screen lighting up to the sports channel.
Funny. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd turned it on.
The sound of roaring engines filled the room. Laziel's car was cutting through the circuit like a hot knife through butter. He weaved past another driver with flawless precision.
It was hot.
Really hot.
Laz was a bloody genius.
Bro would study, ace exams, and still dominate the Formula 1 circuit without breaking a sweat.
She could definitely use tips from him.
The camera followed his car as he made a sharp move, overtaking a rival vehicle. She clapped instinctively, even though she couldn't see his face behind the helmet. She knew he was smirking.
