Opening the door, I'm hit with a wave of warmth as the heat from the cabin envelops me. Heading towards the bathroom I quickly untie the towel and slip off my bikini. After rinsing off, I step out of shower and wrap myself into a fluffy robe. I take a moment to admire my hair in the mirror noticing my natural waves are forming, probably because of the humidity of the jacuzzi. Skipping the blow dryer I let it air dry and walk to the kitchen area. In the same moment Léa and Camille walk in smiling from ear to ear.
"Guys we don't have anything to eat" I frown looking through the kitchen cabinets.
"It's because we have to get our groceries from the center" Léa answers untying her towel and walking towards her room.
"I can do it. What do you guys want to eat?" Camille volunteers and I'm glad she does because I have no idea what or where the center is.
"Get some pasta" Léa yells from the bathroom and we both chuckle.
"And some eggs, tomatoes, spinach and coffee for breakfast" I add.
"Alrighty" Camille says and gets going.
In the meantime I go back to my room to get dressed. I begin to sort through my clothes looking for something comfortable but also flattering. I pull out a pair of form-fitting leggings and a tank top and change into it. The leggings are hugging my curves in all the right places and as I'm checking myself in the mirror I wonder why I even care how I look like? I shake my head and begin to sort the clothes from the suitcase and put them in the wardrobe to tidy up a little bit. I'm so thankful for having this room to myself because otherwise I would have to worry about the mess I'm making in here.
I flop down on the bed and take a deep breath, feeling the softness of the mattress. Closing my eyes I rest for a moment letting my mind drift. However the moment is short-lived as my mind starts wandering and I can't shake off the earlier conversation I had with Kylian. He was so weird for that, acting as if both me and Neymar aren't adults. First of all, Neymar himself told me that he has some unfinished business with his ex and second of all as if I would do anything with him. I am not looking for a romantic interest right now and Neymar is definitely not the right choice for me. I admit I do have fun flirting with him and maybe I could imagine us having something casual but that is it.
There is a knock on my door and I slowly sit up as Léa enters the room. She comfortably sits on the edge of the bed all smily and cheerful.
"Maria" she says looking all intrigued. "Did you know Kylian hooked up with Rose Bertram?"
"What? He cheated on Blake?!" My eyes widen and my mouth falls open.
"No! No, don't be silly. It was before they got together" she waves her hand and I feel relieved.
"Who is she?" I ask realizing I don't know who she is talking about.
"She is a model, she is gorgeous. For the longest time I thought they were dating" she says. Lately I've heard a lot of things about Kylian unwillingly, especially about his sex life and I don't know how to feel about that.
"Did you ever hook up with someone famous?" she asks and I smirk. "Oh my God, you did! Who was it? You have to tell me!" she exclaims almost screaming the last sentence.
"Woah chill" I laugh and she widens her eyes. "Tell me now" she demands.
"Okay, but you have to keep this to yourself" I whisper "It was Aron Piper".
"What?" she squeaks, her high pitched voice almost bursting my ear drums. "How, when, why? I love him. He looks so good. How was it?" she moves her hands restlessly and I try to calm her down.
