Savannah was over Oscar. She'd gotten her heart broken and she fixed it up all by herself. At least that was what she thought.
In support of her best friend, Logan, Savannah Scott attends the Bahrain Grand Prix. She was confident she would be fine s...
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Lando looks up at me from where his head lays against my stomach. "I can just get Carlos to give me some." My eyebrows shoot up. "Like actually?" He nods.
"That sounds much better than using them." I laugh, causing his head to move a little and it moves with my stomach. It makes him laugh, too.
We're staying at my apartment in New York for his week off. A mutual decision given that we stayed at his after Spain.
He took me on a date in England, and later asked me to be his girlfriend. A little fast I know, but Lando said he didn't want to waste any time. We hadn't told anyone. I didn't even tell Logan, and he even didn't tell Max.
It wasn't intentionally kept a secret, we just thought it wasn't necessary for everyone to know.
Then in Montreal, when we hugged he had whispered into my ear and asked me if he could kiss me. I didn't see any reason to object, so I agreed.
Understandably, social media broke into a complete frenzy. Multiple 'homie hopper' comments were made towards me, but what did I care? They all probably wish they were in my place anyway.
I run a hand through Lando's hair. The way he looks at me makes me causes my head to spin. So much so I have to force myself to look away from him, looking out the large window instead.
The sun outside is setting. The blue, orange, and yellow sky washes over the city in a pretty orange hue.
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When I glance back at him, he's still looking up at me. "I'm gonna go make food, do you want any?" He shakes his head. I try to get up, but his arms around me and his head on my stomach keep me locked in place. "Lando." I complain, dragging the end of his name out. My attempts to pull him off are only met with resistance and a smirk.
"I'm making quesadillas." He lets go almost immediately at that, but still follows me into the kitchen, sitting on one of the barstools at the island.
I start pulling ingredients from the fridge, Lando's eyes are practically burning into my skin as he watches me. "I take it you want one?" He nods quickly, a large smile now across his face.
