Private life | Lando Norris

50 - Pasta And Panic

Light streams through the windows pane, blinding me as I shift to wake up. I breathe out, I try to move myself up but soon realise that an arm is restricting me as it wraps tighter around me.

My eyes fly open.

"What the..." I grumble. Lando's arms hold me in place, folded across my belly. His top leg is covering my bottom one with his face buried in my neck. His breathing is slow and steady, completely different to mine right now. I try to move but he moans something out in garbles and pulls me in closer. My back hits his chest and I try not to sigh from the heat radiating off him in waves. 

Lando doesn't have a shirt on, from which I remember him groaning about the heat last night and asking if it was okay to take it off. Stupidly, I said yes. 

Now I'm stuck, my heart rate at a hundred miles an hour and eyes wide open. I really try to move, I do but he keeps adjusting to me moving, holding me against him. 

Are we... cuddling?!?! 

I have no clue. Lando stretches, arms above head and consequently finally lets go. I scramble off, hitting the ground running towards the bathroom. 

The water hits me hard, cold running down my face as I splash water up. I liked being in his arms. Fuck. What the hell is going on right now? Cleaning my teeth, I think about the pros and cons of Mr Lando Norris. 

Pros; Nice eyes, good smile, feel all fluffy when he looks at me, treats me well, the most attractive person I've seen in a while, perfect hair, good income, opened up about Mia, really good friend to Max and Ginny.

Cons; Manwhore, sleeps around, gets drunk a lot, never told me about his family, ass when speaking to other people, worried about him cheating, too attractive? 

I'm smart enough to know not to write this down on paper and having a list like this is important but I'm still conflicted. I rinse my mouth out and change out of my pyjamas.

I open the door to see Lando, bare chest, pants fabric low and taping away on his phone in the middle of the room. He looks up quickly when the door opens and smiles wide when he spots me. I can't help the grin break out on my face as he beams at me, bright as the fucking sun. 

"Mornin'." He says, voice laden with sleep and gravel.

"Hello." I walk out of the doorway and around to where my phone sits, charging. 

He disappears from my view, closing the bathroom door and leaving me to imagine what his skin would feel like under my fingertips. I scroll through my social media, trying hard not to think about Lando. It's tricky with my instagram filled up with sightings of him on vacation. They've got a couple of me but not with Lando so the rumours are kept to a minimum. 

My head turns when Lando appears again. I stare at him. I can't help it! He looks like a greek god, skin all tanned, hair perfectly styled and smiling at me like I'm the only thing in the world. 

He stops, studying me, eyes gazing all over my body. "Gods, you're beautiful." 

My heart is ready to burst. I can feel my cheeks go crimson and my skin stand to attention. I train my eyes to the floor but I can hear him make his way over, feet padding on the carpeted ground. 

Fingers skate over my shoulder, making their way up and up towards my chin and lifting it up to meet his eye. "Hi." His voice is quiet, almost in a whisper but not quite. His other hand runs through my hair, messing it up. 

"Hi." I breathe and watch him smile as I speak back.

"Can I do something? And you can tell me to stop, okay?" He tilts his head to bring our gazes together. I turn to face him completely, his fingers still holding my chin and cupping my cheek.