Chapter 12

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He kissed my neck again briefly and I turned around. "That was the best kiss of my life," Jadon said, brushing a hair behind my ear. I had to smile big and said, "I can agree with you. You are a wonderful kisser". "When do you have to leave?" I asked him a little sadly. "When are you leaving?" he asked me with interest. "Unfortunately in 2 days," I replied, this time really sad. I didn't want to leave, I love England and at home real life is waiting for me again. "Well then I have to go in 2 days," he said grinning. "Can you just decide that? I thought you were back in training," I said at the same time, amazed and flattered.

"I'm not allowed to play the matches anyway and as long as I'm doing my workouts, they have no problem with it, I'm in my recovery phase. Besides, it's only 2 days. Unfortunately," he said, kissing my cheek. "Unless you don't want me to stay, I don't want to steal your last days here," he added after a short pause. "No," I said quickly, looking at the floor a bit in shame. He laughed and hugged me. We stayed like this for a moment until suddenly my cell phone rang. I looked at the display and rolled my eyes. "Sorry, I have to answer that. It's my father," I said. He nodded understandably and let himself fall on the chair that stood on the balcony while I ran into the bathroom to answer the call.

I took the call and sat down on the toilet lid. As soon as I pressed the green button, my father started talking, he didn't sound very happy. "Brittan? Finally! I thought something bad happened!" he shouted into the receiver. "Hello Dad," I said, slightly annoyed by his overreaction, rolling my eyes. "You're overreacting again, I'm doing great and we're in the hotel room," I said. "I just mean it well. We've never heard anything from you". "Dad, I'm 20!" I defended myself, sometimes he was really annoying. "Well, I wanted to let you know that there's a surprise waiting for you at home," he said happily.

When I still couldn't get rid of him after 15 minutes, the gap in the bathroom door got a little bigger and Jadon was standing there. He looked at me apologetically and showed me a chat history with his buddy Alex. I showed him the screen with my father and looked at him apologetically as well. He smiled slightly, sent me an air kiss and said tonelessly: "I'll text you". I returned his smile and continued to talk to my father.

The phone call went on for another 20min and when we were finally done, I got ready for bed in the bathroom. Then I went into the room and into my bed and there I smelled Jadon's perfume. It enchanted me somehow, even that I didn't even notice Louise coming back in and immediately crawling under her blanket. "Brittan, what smells like that?" she asked me and looked at me suspiciously. "Jadon he was there earlier," I said without hesitation. "Oh.. what? excuse me?, OMG!!" she shouted. I laughed out loud and immediately began to tell her everything. "YOU WERE MAKING OUT AND I DIDN'T NOTICE ANYTHING?!" she said frustrated but laughed. "Your father is weird sometimes, to be honest". "I know but Jadon had to go too anyway, so it doesn't matter now," I said and exhaled loudly.

Just as I was about to turn off the light, a message from Jadon popped up on my screen.

Jadon

Sorry I had to leave but my buddy Alex is frustrated because he has a fight with Laura and since he lets me live with him when I'm in London, I had to leave. And of course because he's my best friend. But to the moment before I can only say wow! I miss your lips already  I actually wanted to ask you something, Alex is having a birthday party in 2 days and I thought you two could come too? Like as the last evening here. I understand if you already have something else in mind, no problem, but he would certainly be happy. And me too ;) So good night Brittan, I still have to advise Alex :)

When I enthusiastically told Louise about it, she immediately agreed that we should go there. So I texted Jadon right back.

Jadon

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