you and arthur had been best friends for ages. you both grew up in monaco together alongside his two older brothers, charles and lorenzo. your mums were best friends as they both lost their husbands.

now, arthur was 24 and you were 22. you were still friends but not as close as you once were. however, charles still invited you to big races like monaco and monza.

you were out clubbing one night and you bumped into arthur. you hooked up. god it felt so right, like everything made sense. but you were so scared it was gonna be a one time thing, you would wake up and he would be gone.

it was the morning after, you stirred. you were in a big shirt, probably arthur’s, and your panties. you look up, your head was on his bare chest while he stroked your back with a small smile.

you tried to sit up slightly, but he kept you laying on his chest,

“don’t want you to move your head..” he mumbles