Unlikely Love?

Right Idea, Wrong Moment

  

    

     Even though I had been so dishonest and secretive with her, she always pull through with that beautiful smile and laugh. I don't think she ever realizes how much I pay attention to her every little actions. Like when she is shy, she'll always have her fingers in her hair, and she'll tend to talk with her head tilted slightly more to the left.

    Or even when she os angry, she always bashes her hips harder than usual when she struts through the room, and how she purses her plump lips slightly. Even when she is sad, her vibrant hazel eyes turn to a dark forest green, almost like tiny storm clouds have blocked the light that shines through them.

   Its the little perks like these that drive me up the wall about that Princessa. The snow has started back up again, and at this rate, I don't think we'll be playing against PSG any time soon.

   The snowflakes are gently resting on her face as she seems to not even notice them falling all over her face as she sleeps. I chuckle as Jasmina stirred quietly in her dream. Its getting late, and I'm starting to think Rafaella is just with some old friends and forgot to contact one of us, so I can always try again in the morning, right?

    I sweep up Jasmina bridal style and carry her to my Mercedes coup. Tonight is going to be a good night.

Jasmina P.O.V

    My eyes are closed, but I feel like I'm in a car, and I can hear faint Brasilian Samba music we used to dance and sing to at home in the background. I wanna open up my eyes, but the position I'm in is just so damn comfy and my eyes being closed is just adding more to the effect.

   As I open my eyes and look over, I see Neymar who looks focused on his driving. I try to keep my eyes as tiny as possible so he cant tell that I am awake. As I'm staring at him, I think to myself, what are we? After that big arguement and emotional moment in the club, I just dont know at this point.

    I'm not exactly sure where we're going but I'm liking my view and position. Just when I thought I was doing a great job of pretending to be asleep, Michael Telo's 'ai se ou pego' comes on, and believe me, it took every ounce of strength in my not to start singing, or laugh when Neymar started singing.

   He turns up the song and starts to wiggle along with thebeat, but settled soon.

  'Delicia, Delicia, ai se voce e mata,' The tone of his voice turned me on so bad, and to make matters worse, he laid his right hand on top of mine, using only his left hand to drive. I swear he knows I'm awake, what a slickhead.

   The muscles in my face are fighting to form a smile but I am not letting that happen. At least trying not to.

   Then, he took his right hand and placed it on my thigh, and oh god, my body temperature shot up 100 degrees. The heat from his touch lit every single inch of my body ablaze in an electrifying shock. I felt my thigh shift a bit, and thats when I knew I slipped up.

    I heard him deeply chuckle as he gave me a husky "Boa Noite to you too, I knew that would wake you up." He removed his hand which felt like a heating pad from my thigh back to my hand and intertwined it with his.

   "Ahh you got me Neyyy," I purr.

  "If you want to know where we are headed to, its to my French Penthouse, and letting you know now, theres only one bedroom, so you know what that means.." He trailed off. Dirty boy!

   "Shut up yo!" I say punching his arm playfully as we both laugh. The car came to an easing stop, as we pulled up to a group of nice Penthouses.

    "One condition, you cant get out until I get a kiss right here." He says pointing to his lips. 

    "Nope." I reply.

     "Then we are not going in the house." He says, mimicking me by crossing his arms.

     "Neymar come onn, gimme the keys," I command.

     "Wheres my kissy?" He said making a kissing face. It was irresisitable.

   I leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss on his lips.

     "Alright keys." I demanded.

     "Race you to the door, whoever loses has to strip for the winner," I bet as he is taking out the house keys.

     "Mmm that kiss got you feeling some type of way huh?" He questioned naughtily.

     "Just rebellious, and dont even try to cheat." I boss.

    "Fine. Ready, uno...dos....tres!!" I shot out the car and ran faster than roadrunner from looney tunes. I mean come on, who wouldn't want Neymar Jr to strip for them? I touch the door first, Neymar still eating my dust.

     "HAA GOT EEMM!" I poke at him.

    "If I'm stripping, you're stripping with me."

    " Nope, then there'd be no point in the bet!" I rebel.

   "Oh well amor," He says shrugging his shoulders as he unlocks the doors.

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Done! So how did you guys like that chapter?

Cant wait, my parents said we can go to the 2016 olympics to see brasil play! Im already about to start the countdown even though I still got like a whole year.