Lando was out with some friends last night, but he left early to see you.

You're not officially together, not quite.

Somewhere between friendship and something more, caught between fleeting glances, cuddling under the blanket, and quiet, unspoken promises.

And now here you are, wrapped in the jacket Lando wore last night while walking through Monaco with him and some friends.

You hadn't planned on wearing it.

It was lying across your couch when you met up with friends in the morning and since you didn't feel like looking for yours, you took his.

It's oversized, enveloping you with warmth, the scent of cologne and something unmistakable lingering in the fabric.

You're mid-conversation, walking through the streets of Monaco.

Lando walks beside you, chatting with one of his friends.

Your group stops briefly because someone asked for a picture.

While you're talking to Pietra, you barely have time to react when two arms wrap around your waist and pull you against a firm chest.

Lando.

His warmth, the way he snuggles against you so effortlessly, sends a shiver down your spine.

He leans forward, his breath brushing your ear, soft and teasing.

"I have to say...I didn't realize we were sharing clothes now." He whispers, and you can hear his grin as he speaks.

You grin, but don't pull away. You tilt your head slightly, just enough to look him in the eyes.

"Do you want it back?" You ask.

His fingers stroke the hem of your sleeve before touching yours.

He chuckles, slow and deliberate.

“Eventually. But I think I like seeing you in it a little too much.” He says quietly.

And just like that, the air between you shifted.

Charged, unspoken, undeniable.

"Or maybe you can keep it. But I want something in replace." He pulls away and look at you with a big grin.