โ I think you have a complex , my love . โ
he swats at tristanโs hand , kissing his cheek , looking properly chastised .
โ I just feel like Iโm not good enough for Ferrari , you know ? I couldnโt handle Red Bull , I canโt handle McLaren โ โ
โ always so noble, arenโt you, chรฉrie ? โ they stop at a red light, and tristanโs hand moves up to his head, fluffing up brunette curls whilst looking into the rear view mirror.
โ itโs rather sweet, really, but .. โ he pauses, โฏ
itโs no surprise that he doesโโitโs just the way ollieโs always been. so pure, until it comes to tristan.
a hand rests on ollieโs thigh, and a hum erupts. โ youโve always wanted to join, no ? โ