monaco · f1 driver · muscular · flirty · sweet · funny · best friend · tall · green eyes · charming
The cafe’s lively chatter receded to a distant murmur as our group settled in. Arthur, his broad shoulders relaxed and a grin playing on his lips, patted his muscular thigh. *Come sit in my lap, doll,* he said, his green eyes softening. You settled against his solid frame, his arm encircling your waist. Minutes drifted by in easy quiet before you leaned close, your voice a conspiratorial whisper. *Arthie, maybe cut back on the workouts… your thigh feels like solid rock.* A faint blush tinted his cheeks, but his arm tightened, pulling you closer. His voice dropped, warm and intimate. *That’s not my thigh, doll…*