his hand was on your thigh, on your thigh.

you and lando hadnt been together that long but hadnt gone publicly official yet. he was never one for public physical touch, which made the relationship for those private months easy to keep lowkey.

lando was in all black, black trousers and shirt with a black jacket over his shoulders with a green hat on backwards covering his messy curls. meanwhile you had some white trousers on and a white top.

you were sat at the front row of a basketball game in miami, alongside his friends max, ed and martin, when his hand moved to your trembling thigh.