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"what the fuck is up with you?"
neymar had finally got to são paulo, and as soon as luara found out, she went straight to his house there. he was there with his friends, but when she got there, he was in his bedroom getting changed.
"what do you mean?" he replied bluntly, pulling his shirt over his head, not even sparing her a glance.
she was sat on the edge of his bed, watching him change in front of his mirror, "i said that i was fucking sorry, ney, what else do you want me to do? it's not like i can go back and change what i did."
"i'm over that. that was ages ago." he stepped closer to the mirror, running his hands in his hair. he was being blunt, as if he didn't care. obviously, he didn't, because they would've been all over each other by now, but with his attitude, she didn't want to be.
"exactly, so what have i done to piss you off now?" she rolled her eyes, partly at him, and partly at the uncomfortable feeling of her new heels, so she slid them off, sighing contently when she was finally rid of them.
he stayed quiet for a moment, this time glancing over at her briefly through their reflections, but shrugged, "nothing."
she groaned, standing from the bed and making her way over to him, "then what's wrong?"
she walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, then resting her chin on his shoulder. he paused what he was doing when he was welcomed back into her warmth, melting into her, breathing in her buttery vanilla scent.
"how was your surgery? how are you feeling?" she spoke softly, staring back at him in the mirror. he looked back at her with a gentle expression, but she didn't know what he was thinking. and it was bugging her.
"it went good. i'm okay." he nodded, turning his head to look at her, pressing a kiss to her temple. he'd missed her, but for some reason, he didn't want to admit it. yes, he'd already texted her that, but he usually preferred to do it in person.
"what is it then?" her eyes diverted to gaze into his, resting her cheek on his shoulder instead.
he shrugged, pressing a kiss to her forehead. he kept thinking about what happened with bruna. he'd let her chant luara's name to help him get hard, and it worked. he was embarrassed, and he was ashamed. no, he didn't like bruna like that, and he didn't love bruna, but he still felt embarrassed that she had to remind him of his ex to help him.
it was affecting him. he didn't know why, though, it wasn't a big deal. he also hated that he'd let a woman other than luara back into his life plainly out of spite. he hated it when she did it, but he always felt the need to retaliate, and dragged it out for longer than it should've.
