◖SWIM◗ Neymar Jr.

18

Paris, France

Serafina wakes up feeling sore and groggy all over. She moves to sit up slowly and winces when her head spun with her actions. But she ignored it to reach for the cup of water on her bedside table and slowly sipped it to quench the dryness of her throat. Her throat is sore and itchy as she lets out a series of dry coughs. She hates getting sick.

She looks around for her phone and when she doesn't find it anywhere, she concluded that it was probably still in her bag.

Serafina leans on the headboard of her bed, feeling weak and unawake. The sun is already high outside and her mother is probably already out for work. She recalls the events that went down the day before and feels the butterflies stirring in her stomach at the way Neymar had taken care of her.

When she woke up at the beginning of the night, she had found him sitting on her bed, changing the towel that laid on her forehead. He had smiled at her gently and told her that her fever had gone down. He walked patiently to the bathroom so that she could freshen up herself and after that, he had went downstairs to warm up the chicken soup her mother had prepared for her. He was adamant to keep her in bed and reasoned that there was no need to waste energy and she was too tired to argue any further with him. So she stayed there, in her room, being taken care of like a little child while Neymar ran to her every whims and calls.

She smiles, feeling flustered as the memory ended. She knows that he cares for her, and she knows that he knows the feelings are reciprocated. She doesn't know what their relationship would lead to, but she guess that she will enjoy it while she could and would face any consequences it may bring on.

Serafina glanced at her wall clock on her left and found that it was already past 10. She resolves to getting out of her warm bed. With unsteady feet and still aching body, she moved to her bathroom to take a warm shower. She had went back to bed without taking a bath last night and she feels icky and unclean. And one thing Serafina hates was feeling dirty.

It was around an hour when she finally finishes her morning routine. And she wraps her dripping hair with a soft towel and gets into the fuzzy bathrobe that she puts in the cabinet. She slowly walked out to her room, humming a song softly.

"Oh meu Deus!" [Oh my God] She startles when she spots Neymar spread out on her bed.

The man beamed at her and quickly tossed away his phone that he has been scrolling through. "Bom dia, anjo. Did you sleep well?" [Good morning, angel.]

Serafina gets over her initial surprise and walks towards him as he moves to sit up on her bed. She plopped down softly beside him and replied "Bom dia. Yes, i slept like a baby." She grinned.

Neymar twists her around so that her back was now towards him, and Serafina makes a confused noise. "What are you-"

The man hushed her and moved his hands to take off the towel that wraps around her head. Her long, wavy, brown locks came tumbling down from the cloth and he moves his hands to dry the wetness with the towel. Serafina closes her eyes and smiles widely at his domestic actions. She enjoys the gentle movements of his hands on her head and she is sure that if she were a cat, she would be purring embarrassingly loud.

"Como se está a sentir?" [How are you feeling?] A soft, rumble came from the man and she turns around to face him. Neymar drops his arms and runs a hand through the still damp hair causing Serafina to close her eyes again.

"Better." She answers, meeting his eyes. "But i'm a little hungry." She adds sheepishly.

Neymar laughs at her answer and pinched her cheeks lightly. "You're always hungry, anjo" He teased and Serafina slaps his hands away, giving him a harmless glare. "You get dressed while i cook you breakfast." He stood up with a smile and gave her his hand.