𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍, pablo gavi

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙚, pablo

❝ i wonder if (s)he knows (s)he's the only thing i think about at night. ❞
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Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I did not just kiss Isabel for the second time like that.

It's just, Oh God. She's just going to ignore me tomorrow. Because that's not how you kiss someone. At least not someone you want a future with. Because I do. I really do.

I just saw her, sitting there in the middle of the night, eating. She was in those pajamas. Those silk, midnight blue pajamas. The shorts were so short that half her ass was out and the v-cut on her shirt, she wasn't even wearing any bra. They were just out there.

But the kiss, God. It was magical. Her lips on my lips. The feeling. Everything. All of it. I missed her lips so much.

Ohh I'm in big trouble.

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Normally, I'd say I wake up the next day, but I didn't sleep at all. I didn't even blink. Okay, that's just an exaggeration.

I groan before getting out of bed. Yeah, in Pedri's house. I'm debating wether or not to actually move in. Pedri always brings the subject up, I ignore it. As much as I'd love to, I have to keep some of my pride.

I put a t-shirt on before heading downstairs.

For the first time, I'm awake before Pedri. I take that opportunity to go wake him, a bit harshly. Don't judge me, he wakes me up every single fucking morning thirty minutes before I should.

I'm all for early training, just as long as I get my sleep till 7:00 not 6:30. I head down to the kitchen and grab a bottle before heading to his room. This is gonna be fun. And will get things off my mind. Hopefully.

The second I enter the room, I see the reason I was even awake to do this, stood over him. With, also, water. On the contrary to me, she had a whole giant fucking bowl on the floor.

Once she hears the door open, she immediately looks at it with worry. She realizes it's just me and lets out a sight.

"Shhh." She shushes me as I walk closer to the bed, closer to her.

"What are you doing?" I whisper over. It's clear what she was doing but, it's an instinct to ask.

"The same thing you came to do. Except bigger. Funner." She smiles at me. As much as I love that smile. It meant that we were going to ignore what happened last night. Better? No? No, actually.

As much as I wanted to forget what happened. I still wanted her. I wanted to talk to her about it. I wanted to kiss her again.

But, her being awake at this hour, Isabel González, meant that she didn't sleep last night. And she loves sleeping. Which means she was up all night too.

"You're crazy." I whisper back, looking at her. She had this evil face on. It's amazing.

"And you love it." She smirks looking back at me. "Okay, now, drop that lame bottle and help me with that."

Yes ma'am. I drop the bottle silently on the ground. I help her lift the bowl from the ground. It was a little heavy, I have no idea how she brought it all by herself up from the kitchen. She's a strong little woman. I can tell you that.

"Okay, one, two, three." She counts down before we drop the water on Pedri.

The man burst awake, while his sister laughed her ass off. Her hands were down on her knees as she laughed. She was still in those pajamas that showed her butt while she's just standing. So, basically, her whole ass is out, right in front of my face as she dies of laughter.

I don't want to be a pervert or anything, I don't usually look at random women's asses. But she's not a random woman. She's Isabel. My Isabel.

I control myself and look away just to find a wet, death staring me Pedri. He's not death staring me for the water, he's death staring me for checking out his sister.

I always think of Pedri as my older brother, but right now, I'm thinking about him as my killer. "Fun prank. Yeah? Okay, bye I should get dressed for training." I run out of his room not waiting for any reaction.