Mbappe

late nights

Moments later I heard a knock on my front door.

I quickly stood up and looked in the mirror, okay I look okay.

Well not that I actually care because it's after hours and I'm tired. Then I heard my stomach rumbling.

Yes I heard you, I'll eat now my love.

I made my way over to the front door, there in all his glory stood Kylian.

He was wearing black sweats and a black hoodie with some Nike shoes on his feet.

He smiled at me, "Hi" I greet shyly like a fucking school girl.

He chuckled and shook his head, "Hi" he greeted.

"Come in, come in" I laugh lightly flustered, moving out of the way, I could smell him as he walked in, ugh he smelled so good.

He then waited for me to close the door, "This way" I say walking towards my kitchen.

"You have beautiful home" he say as we walk towards my kitchen. "Thank you."

I then jumped onto the island in the middle of my kitchen as he stood next to me, with his elbow resting on the island.

"I know this is forward or whatever the word is, but I just had to see you again" he say locking eyes with me.

I don't know why put this pull between us was driving me crazy. Then my stomach decided to make itself known once again.

I held my face into my hands, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry" I say laughing embarrassed.

He shook his head, "I can make something for you to eat" he say looking around the kitchen.

"Really? You'd do that?" I ask with with a confused expression on my face.

He nod, "Just tell me where everything is" he say looking around.

"What do you wanna make?" I ask.

"Just wait and see" he say, I nod and direct him too everything that he may need.

Then he started the food, while he was busy near the stove, I climbed off and stood next to him.

I can't believe myself being so comfortable with him and not feeling pressured or anything, he just has this calm aura around him. Ugh, I love this.

That's when I realized he was making spaghetti, I smiled, my favorite food.

He then turned towards me and held out the spoon with some sauce on it. I opened my mouth as he fed me.

I almost moaned but stopped myself, "Mhmm, that's good, where'd you learn to make that" I ask looking up into his eyes.

That's when I saw him gulping.

"My mother taught me" he say returning his focus to the food. I nod, "That's nice" I say looking at the food.

Ugh, I'm so hungry.

I went back to sit on the counter and put the TV on, since I had an open plan, we could watch TV from the kitchen.

I just put the TV on some random show, just so that it won't be that quiet in here.

"So tell me about yourself" he say after turning to me, "Well what do you wanna know?" I ask folding my legs and putting it on the counter.

"Did you grow up here?" he ask as he put his hands down on the counter in front of me.

I nod, "Yes I did," I say, "I taught you didn't" he announce, I frown.

"Why?"

"Because you're damn fluent in English" he say.

I chuckle lightly, "That's because I went to a international school, they taught me there" I say looking into his eyes.

I glance at the clock, it read eight o'clock.

He nod, "Now I understand" he say before turning back to the food.

"Food's done" he say. I jump off and get two plates, putting them down he dishes for us.

I smile because I'm about to eat, I lead us over to the dining table and we sit next to each other.

I take a bite of the food, and oh my goodness it literally melts in my mouth, then I do a little dance.

I look at Kylian and he was looking at me with a little smile.

I blushed and looked down.

What the fuck Idalia?

We ate in silence for a few minutes until we were both done.

"So how was practice?" I asked to start the conversation.

He sigh, "I am so tired, you won't even understand" he say and sounds very tired.

"Coach had us doing drills most of the time" he sigh.

"Rest your head a bit here" I say pointing to my shoulder, he smiles tiredly and put his head on my shoulder.

Now I feel kinda bad letting him make food for us.

"Do you wanna stay here tonight?" I ask as I see him close his eyes.

He immediately lifts his head from my shoulder, "I don't want to intrude" he say chuckling a little.

I roll my eyes at this words, "But I asked?" I say standing up and taking our dishes to the sink.

"You can sleep in the guestroom, I always keep that room clean" I say arriving in the kitchen.

He nods, "Okay, thank you."

"Thank you, that was nice" I say as he came over to me while I turned the tap to get some water in an wash the dishes.

"It's my pleasure" he say leaning on the counter with his body turned to me.

"What is it about you?" he ask looking deep in thought.

I scrub some dishes and finally pulled the plug and let the water go out. I turn around to dry my hands and turn back to Kylian.

I chuckle lightly, "What about me?" I ask, jumping on the counter again with my feet dangling in the air.

Yes, it's my kitchen, my house, my money so I can do what I can. That's all I wanted to say.

Kylian walked closer and put his body in between my legs. I froze and felt my heartbeat picking up.

What.The.Fuck (not that I'm complaining) but What.The.Fuck.

He put his hands on my thighs and looked straight into my eyes. "There's just something about you, making me wanna get to know you more" he say biting his lip again.

No fuck not this shit again.

We both started leaning in and I swerve my head toward his ear.

"Not so fast sir" I whisper biting my lip.

I pulled back and saw his confused face.

I remove his hands from my thighs and jumps off the counter, "The guestroom is that way, on the end of the hall, you have a en suite" I say pointing down the hall.

"Goodnight" I say and turned to look at him.

Kylian Mbappe was smirking at me, basically telling me that he was up for the challenge.