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“Hey, pretty eyes,” You chuckled as Nolan stumbled into his hauler after the qualifying session. You knew it didn’t go the best, but it wasn’t his fault the engine decided not to do its job halfway through the lap. Sometimes, that’s just how it was.
“My eyes aren't even open,” He sneered before peaking his eyes open to look at you with your legs propped up on the couch with your laptop resting on top. He gently moved it over to rest on the table before lying fully on top of you. “Hi, I missed you.”
“In the hour I haven’t seen you, I missed you too,” You teased, brushing some of his curls away from his eyes before he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I know you don’t wanna hear this, but at least you’re not last.”
“That makes it so much better,” He scoffed. You could almost feel the eye roll, causing you to let out a small chuckle. He immediately snapped his head up, resting his chin on your chest before sneering, “Oh, what’s so funny? You laughing at my pain and suffering again?”
“Maybe a little,” You joked, ruffling his hair again. He immediately shook your hands off before face-planting onto your chest.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he grumbled, holding onto you tighter and rubbing his face against you.
“Oh, do you now?” You accused with a smile despite knowing he couldn’t see you. “I would’ve never guessed that.”
“What do you mean?” He emphasized as he squeezed your sides.
“You’ve never said it before, so how would I know?” You pointed out, placing both hands on his cheeks to lift his head up.
“I’ve said I love you before,” Nolan immediately clapped back as he thought about it. “I pack your lunches and put little notes in there. I pretend I don’t notice when all of my hoodies go missing, even though I saw you wearing one earlier. I let you play the music whenever we go places, and actually, I drive us everywhere! I’m not a driver!”
“Could’ve had me fooled,” you chuckled, but everything he was saying was making your heart melt. It was his own way to say he loved you without actually saying it.
“You know what I mean. I’m not a street driver,” he sighed, pulling back to hold himself up above you. Your arms followed him up to wrap around his neck as he continued, “What I’m saying is I may not say it often, but I do love you. Like a lot.”
“You’re so cute,” you replied simply before pulling his head down to kiss him. He lowered to blanket himself overtop of you. You pulled back first, but kept your noses touching. “I love you, too, if that wasn’t clear enough.”
“I don’t know,” he tsked as a sly smile spread across his features and he looked off to the side. “I might need another example.”
“You need to stop spending so much time with Pato! You’re picking up his terrible flirting habits,” you laughed, but he just sent you that look. The look that said he wasn’t letting it go. “Fine, you’re a great kisser. Is that what you want to hear?”
“I don’t mind the reminder every once in a while,” he said bashfully before leaning back in.