Best friends... forever?

Chapter 25

"Mila" Rúben whispers. "Mila, I'm leaving."

"Uhm?"

"I'm leaving."

"Where?" she says, not opening her eyes.

"It's my last game of the season, remember? I must go get ready."

"No."

"No?"

"No" she repeats. "You must stay in bed with me."

"Mila, I'm already dressed. I can't go back to bed" he chuckles.

"Says who?"

"Me?"

"Poppycock" Mila replies, her eyes still closed.

"I have to go" Rúben says, putting a lock of hair behind her ear. "I'll see you after the game, ok?"

"No!" she complains, grabbing his hand and hugging it against her body.

"Mila!"

"I said you are not going anywhere."

"What about my game?"

"Who cares about your game?"

"I do" Rúben laughs. "If we win, we win the Premier."

"And that's better than staying in bed cuddling with your girlfriend?"

"It's different."

"C'mon, stay with me."

"Is anyone paying you to do this?"

"I'm not allowed to say" Mila smirks, finally opening her eyes. "But c'mon. Stay."

"I can't."

"Ok then" she says, letting go of his hand and turning her back at him. "Looks like you love your morning routine more than you love me."

"That's not true and you know it."

"Then stay with me. Call and tell them that you are sick and can't play today."

"Mila, I can't do that. We may win the league, my team needs me!"

"I would do it for you."

"Yeah, sure" he laughs.

"Ok, maybe not. But I still don't know why you have to leave so early, no one is there yet."

"It's my routine."

"I hate your routine" she says, making herself a ball under the duvet.

"Should I change it?"

"Yes, you should."

"And do what instead?"

"Cuddle with your girlfriend, for example. Especially if the day before she's had her last game of the season and can't feel her legs."

"Something like this, then?" Rúben says, getting in bed next to her and hugging her from behind.

"Yes. But with less clothes."

"Ok, I'm taking notes" he chuckles, kissing her neck.

"That also feels good."

"And this?" he says, moving a hand under her t-shirt and touching her nipple.

"Very good too" Mila replies, moving closer against him.

"What if I do this?" Rúben whispers, moving his hand down until his fingers are between her legs.

"That feels like heaven."

"Should I keep touching you there, then?" he says on her ear.

"Please."