the subtle rules of

Miles had met Lewis on an almost fairytale-like evening; sat between superstars whilst only having interest in one another.In between moments of 100 km per hour corners, soft piano notes filling his softly lit living room, and etching clothing designs into his lattice bound leather notebook, he thought about that night.It lingered on his mind like a slight high, their stray touches attempting to find familiarity against each other's skin. Their shared words of childhoods and first loves ingrained into his brain. Their mutual understanding of being black in a predominantly white sport.//A story tracing the roots of where Lewis and Miles fell in love. (aka i’m terrible at summaries but you should definitely read it because it’s one of my favourite pieces I’ve written <3)