THE END | Oscar Piastri

17. you can hear it in the silence

Sav's pov

"No! Lando don't! I swear to you, if you don't put me down I'll shave your head in your sleep!" I threaten, having been thrown over his shoulder in the first place for making fun of the haircut. I can't see Lando's face, but I can hear him as he laughs at me.

We're on Charles yacht with him, his girlfriend, Max, and Kelly. The six of us all coincidentally spending the first week of their summer break in Monaco, so Charles invited us for an evening on his boat.

"Lando please! The water is so cold!" I plead once again as he walks closer to the edge of the boat. I try to fight my way out of his grasp, but his grip is too strong and I can't go anywhere.

He laughs again as he sets me back down to my feet. A wave of relief flows over me when he does so. A weak punch is thrown to his chest before I turn around, intending to reclaim my spot on the yacht's cushions.

My intentions where ruined the second I felt his arms around my waist. "No!" I desperately shout, but it's too late as he's already thrown the both of us into the water.

When I come up for air I can hear multiple people laughing, identifying the sources to be everyone else on the boat. Alex has moved farther from Charles, probably a safety precaution incase he gets any ideas.

I hear Lando break the surface in front of me, laughing as soon as he does. I splash a decent amount of water at his face, his hands coming up I defense. "You're sleeping on the couch tonight." I joke before swimming to the latter on the side of the yacht.

"What?! It's my bed! How are you going to kick me from my own bed?" He asks as he climbs the latter after me. I think about the question for a moment before I shrug, turning toward him quickly.

"Don't know, but it's deserved." I turn my back on him once again, my comment causing Kelly to start laughing at him. I venture further into the boat, toward the table of snacks. I pause once I reach it, scanning my options before choosing the bag of pretzel sticks.

I go to eat one of them when I feel hands around my waist and suddenly half my pretzel stick has been bitten off. I stand there frozen, looking at the half stick before I turn my head over my shoulder to look at him.

"That was too far." I shake my head and he laughs, taking the remainder of the stick out of my hands with his teeth. "I'm not kidding. That was actually terrible of you." I try to sound serious, but he still doesn't buy it. He only laughs louder and takes the bag of pretzels from my hands and I let him.

He used his other hand, still on my waist to lead me to the cushions. He sits, placing the pretzels down next to him before he puts both of his hands on each side of my waist and pulling me down next to him.

I let out a little yelp at the sudden action. "You could've just told me to sit." I laugh. He pulls me closer into him, my head going to rest against the skin of his chest, his shirt discarded long ago.

We sat like that, eating the pretzels together while we chatted with the group sat on the couch across from them. The sun setting behind them, and I watch it as it paints the sky in a beautiful hue until it disappears over the horizon completely.

It takes awhile before everyone realizes it's turned night, unable to make out the features on each others faces any longer. The lights from the city look beautiful in the dark, little artificial starts that light up the night sky.

Charles gets up, Alex following him to the front of the boat where he turns it on and guides us through the water back to the dock.

Lando pulls me up from the cushions once we reach the dock. His hand doesn't leave mine, not when we thank Charles for the night, not even on the walk back to his car, or on the narrow sidewalks where he stands on the outside of them. He doesn't let go until he's forced to because we have to duck into our respective sides of the car.