TWELVE

"Well, I thought that went well."

Lando Norris smiled as he walked beside that of Makena as the pair made their way back to his apartment, where they would say goodbye because Makena was staying at the apartment of Lewis Hamilton.

"You spilt wine all over us both and the server."

Makena Kamara-Anderson laughed to herself as she walked, her arm linked with his, her smile as bright and infectious as it always was, her eyes sparkling even under the light of the moon.

Lando giggled as he lowered his head, the image seemingly burnt in to his brain that he had spent most of their date apologising to the server who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The poor guy looked like he had peed himself due to where the wine had hit, and whilst it was hilarious, he did feel very bad, giving the guy a fifty percent tip to apologise and make up for it.

Overall, the date had gone well.

They knew that they had the whole friendship thing, but it didn't feel like it was a meal with a best friend, it felt like something very different.

They were blushing and giggling more often than they would have liked to admit, they had quite a few moments where they would just stare at one another, getting lost in each others eyes, so they thought that it had helped them realise that there was definitely... something between them.

"What time did Lewis say that he was back from seeing Nicholas?" Lando questioned as they neared his apartment, not really wanting her to go just yet, with the British boy hoping that he could come up with an excuse for her to stay.

"He said that he'll be another hour because Roscoe loves Nicky and hides when it's time to leave." Makena spoke, having checked her phone just as they were leaving the restaurant to see a message from her brother.

"Wanna come in until he's back, then?" Lando raised his eyebrows as he asked, hope filling his heart that she would agree to join him just so that he could spend just a few more minutes with her.

"Of course, I left my sneakers at your place from our drinking night with Danny, so I am definitely switching out my heels. They're brand new, and if I wear them any longer, I'm gonna get severe blisters."

The Kamara-Anderson woman smiled as she was welcomed in to Lando's apartment, her hand being held by his as he helped her up the steps, which were annoyingly high.

Her eyes lit up as they fell upon her sneakers, her body rushing over to grab them, dropping to the floor in order to pull her heels from off her feet, with the sneakers providing relief to her feet and a lot of comfort.

Lando watched her from a distance with a beaming grin upon his features, dimples evident on his face from his smile, her little cheer of victory making a strange feeling suddenly appear in his body, a tingling feeling throughout before he felt a small sharp feeling of pain in his chest where his heart was.

He had no idea what it meant.

Whether it was a heart attack or something in regards to her, though he definitely hoped that it was the latter.

The pair sat beside one another on his sofa, their bodies unusually close considering that they were best friends, with Lando's arm being wrapped around her shoulders, and Makena's legs resting over his lap.

They had hugged before, of course they had, but this was a far cry from what they were used to when it was just the two of them, right now they couldn't have been any closer to each other, it was physically impossible.

"Be grateful that I wore a black dress and not a white one otherwise I would have killed you... and then brought you back to pay my dry cleaning bill."  Makena giggled softly, her head resting on his shoulder momentarily though it shot up as soon as she heard a sarcastic mumble leave the Norris boys lips.

"What was that, milk boy?"

"Nothing."

Lando stared at her with a mischievous smile upon his tanned face, knowing that he couldn't say it again, because he doubted that she had heard what he had said, and he refused to say it again.

It wasn't bad, it was just funny... plus slightly true.

Because he did kinda wish that she had worn a white dress instead, because then she would have had to wear his clothes for the night, and part of him really wanted to see how she would look wearing them.

"You know, technically this means that we can say that we're more than friends now." Lando teased lightly, his face showing that it was full amusement, opting to shoot her a very exaggerated wink in order to make her laugh.

The sharp pain in his chest returned within half a second of her laugh hitting his ears, a though running through his head which had given him an idea.

"I want to try something."

"What?"

Makena stared at the Mclaren racing driver with a look of confusion, not sure as to where he was going with his sudden idea, her eyes narrowing as she tried to figure it out, though she couldn't.

"You can hit me afterwards, okay?" Lando reassured, nodding his head before he breathed a deep breath of much needed oxygen.

His head moved forwards slowly almost as if he was testing the pair of them, and when there was no response from a very shocked and confused Makena, he took his chance and made his move.

Their lips met with such softness, moving against one another as they gathered their bearings and their thoughts, taking it slow so that neither of them was pushed too far.

Then suddenly, it was like a switch had been flicked.

It was no longer soft and tender, it was quick, rough and almost desperate.

His hands grabbed a hold around her hips tightly as her arms looped their way around his neck, with the racing driver pulling her body over so that she was straddling him, their hands moving desperately to pull each other closer though it was impossible.

Their fingers moved through each others hair, pulling softly now and again, their breaths raged and uneven as the kiss between them seemed to be untamed and wild, as if they had been missing it, deprived of it for their entire lives, a soft whisper passing between them thar would have been inaudible, though they both heard it very clearly.

Lando Norris moved his body until he was standing, his hands holding her body up as her legs wrapped around him, clinging to him tightly, with the pair heading straight towards his bedroom.

Lewis Hamilton could wait.

They had other things on their minds right now.

A/N

Uh yeah so that happened, what do you think?

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY 🇵🇸🇨🇩🇸🇸🇺🇦🇸🇩🇾🇪🇱🇧