The engine’s low hum was almost hypnotic. You leaned your head against the window, sunlight spilling through the tinted glass as Lewis’s Ferrari cruised down the quiet coastal road. The world outside blurred by in gold and blue streaks, and every once in a while, the wind caught your hair just right, making Lewis glance over with that small, fond smile of his.

His hand was resting on the gearshift, but every so often, it found its way to your thigh—warm, reassuring, possessive in the softest way. “You good, love?” he asked, voice calm and a little lower than usual, the kind of tone he only used when it was just the two of you.

You hummed, reaching over to toy with the bracelet around his wrist. “Just enjoying the view.”

He smirked, eyes still on the road. “The view’s not that great.”

You grinned. “I wasn’t talking about the road, Lewis.”

That earned a quiet chuckle, the one that made the corner of his eyes crinkle. The car slowed slightly, and he reached across the console, brushing his thumb against your chin before pulling your face toward him. “You know you’re spoiled, right?” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning back to the wheel.

“Passenger princess treatment,” you teased, settling back into your seat.

Lewis laughed softly, shifting gears smoothly.