Just friends?

Chapter 40

I bop his nose. "That's funny, that you say that you're not going to change."

"Why?"

"Because you don't have to. You can stay just how you are. Please stay just how you are."

"For you I will, Princess Verstappen."

"Ha, who's the romantic one here."

After another long time of fun I get cold. "Pierre?"

"Hm? What's wrong?"

"I'm cold, I think I'm getting out."

"Should I come with you?"

"No, there's no need to."

"Okay, good luck."

I take a quick shower, and when I'm done I lay down on the bed. I hear a knock on the door. "Sky, can I come in?"

"Yes, of course."

He opens the door and oh boy, I think I'm going to faint. 

His hair is wet, the water drips out of it. The white t-shirt that he was wearing is soaked, and it sticks to his skin, so you can see all his abs. "I'm going to take a shower, is that alright?"

"Ehm yeah sure, go for it." My eyes follow him until he closes the bathroom door.

When he's finished, he comes out, walks to me and bows over. "I saw you looking."

I get red and look down to avoid his gaze. "No I wasn't, you must be wrong."

He lifts my head up with one of his fingers, and I feel a waterdrop from his hair on my forehead. He wipes if away. "I could feel your eyes on my back Sky, I'm not wrong. Not that I don't like it."

I don't say anything, we stare into each other eyes. The tension rises with the second.

A knock on the door ruins it all. "Pierre, Sky, dinner's ready."

"Yes Charles, we're coming." He gives me a little kiss before standing up. "Excited?'

"Mwah, little bit. Depends on what we eat."

Another knock. "Come on guys, we are waiting for you."

We walk outside. "Don't be so impatient Charlie, it'll be fine."

"But I'm hungry."

We come down, and there are only two seats left. "Why are we sitting around the table, we could sit on the couch, it's way better."

"First day has to be good right? For the other days you can make your own food, but only if you clean up."

I sit down and Pierre has to sit on the complete other side of the table, where I can barely see him.

Spaghetti, not excited. "Who cooked?" Before someone can answer my question I answer it myself. "I guess it's Charles."

"You guessed right."

"Wow, how did I do that?" We all laugh.

I poke my fork inside the spaghetti, and I stare at it. Everybody is eating and having fun, even Pierre.

I miss him next to me, whispering that it's all going to be fine. Saying that it's okay if I only eat a little bit.

I lean backwards and shove my plate forward. "I'm done, I'm not hungry."

In the corner of my eye I see Pierre's head shooting up, and he tries to see my plate, but he's in the wrong place for that.

He stands up, his eyes search for mine and I give him a little smile. He shakes his head a little and smiles back.

When he wants to walk away Max grabs his wrist. "Where are you going?"