Lando |156|

You open your eyes, bleary-eyed; sunlight pours in through the half-open curtains of the window to your left, flooding the room with bright Balinese light. You notice a tanned arm tightly around your waist, your back brushing against his chest, as he presses you close with a sleepy murmur.

It had been a wild night, after spending New Year's Eve in one of Bali's many luxury clubs, and you were definitely feeling it now.

"Good morning." A deep, sleep-roughened voice greets you over your shoulder. The voice has a melodic British accent, and you turn in the arms of your mystery man only to discover that its owner is Lando Norris.