The apartment is quiet.

Your roommate is supposedly at her sister’s place, so the apartment is all yours.

You lie with your back against the armrest of the couch, your legs stretched out over Lando.

He has one hand on your thigh, drawing slow, almost mindless circles on your skin, while the other rests on the armrest.

You barely talk, but it’s not an awkward silence.

It’s the kind of silence that says more than words ever could.

“I’ve been thinking about something." He says, softly.

You turn slightly toward him, brushing a curl from his forehead. There's something in his eyes, a quiet uncertainty that doesn't show often. "About what?"

His thumb draws a larger circle.

Then he looks at you, serious, but not heavy. “I want you to move in with me.”

You blink. “What?”

He lets out a soft laugh. “Not right now. But…I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I want to wake up and know you’re there. I mean…you’re already always at my place, or I’m at yours. At least when I’m back in Monaco. It would just make everything easier, you know what I mean?”

Your heart beats faster, not just from his words.

Also because his hand has slowly wandered.

Steady, but deliberate.

“Yeah…I get it. But…I don’t know…it’s a big step." You whisper, your breathing is flat.

“I know. But I know us. And I know what I want. And I want you with me. When I fall asleep, when I wake up…when I come home again.” His voice is calm.

You can’t answer.

Your thoughts are chaos, but your body already knows what it wants.

Maybe he feels that too, because in the next moment he gently pulls you onto his lap.

His face is only inches from yours.

“Like I said. It doesn’t have to be today…but think about it, yeah?” He says softly and you just nod.

His gaze drops to your lips and before you can say anything else, he kisses you.

Slow, but full of longing.

You feel his hands slip under your shirt, your body pressing into his, the tension between you nearly unbearable.

The kiss deepens, grows hotter, more intense.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt. Within seconds, he pulls it over your head.

His lips trail from your jaw to your neck, where he bites gently.

Your back arches under his touch. Every inch of skin feels electrified.

Your hands slide under his sweater and you pull it over his head.

Your fingers find the waistband of his pants. His hand moves between your thighs.

Then the door opens.

“OH MY GOD!! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

You jump so hard you almost fall off Lando’s lap, but he catches you at the last second, gripping your hips.

Your roommate stands in the doorway, face twisted in a mix of horror and amusement.

“I was gone for TWENTY MINUTES! Just twenty damn minutes!” She almost yells.

You scramble to pull your shirt back on.

“Sorry." Lando says. There’s a huge grin on his face.

“This is MY COUCH! I eat chips here! I..I nap here sometimes!!” She shouts, clearly distressed.

Silence.

Then a giggle from you. A second one from Lando.

Soon neither of you can hold it in. The whole thing is too ridiculous.

“Okay. I just forgot something. I was just going to quickly grab this and leave again. But oh my God. You have five minutes to disinfect everything. And then I never want to see you two half-naked and moaning on MY couch again when I get home!!” She scolds, pointing between the two of you.

Then she mutters something under her breath and disappears toward her room.

You let out a deep breath and look at Lando, still half on his lap.

He looks back at you, grinning, cheeks flushed. “So? You moving in now?”