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"luara," an excited voice squealed at her as she entered the house. turning around, she grinned happily at the sight of rafaella.
"rafa," she smiled through a strained voice once rafaella wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly, "happy birthday, bonita."
"thank you, linda." rafaella pulled back after the two pressed kisses to each other's cheeks, "you look sexy."
luara glanced down at her outfit with furrowed brows. she was wearing a white sleeveless crop top, with a green skirt, a slit at the top of her thigh revealing her leg. she wasn't sure whether to dress formal, or casual, so she went with a bit of both.
"thank you." she rolled her eyes playfully, "i haven't seen you in ages, i've missed you."
rafaella groaned, swinging her arm over luara's shoulder and walking through to the backyard with her, "i know, i've missed you more. i, uh, see you and my brother broke up again."
this time, luara groaned, "don't even, i know. my fault, though, not his. i'm being so hypocritical lately it's actually unreal."
"i hope you get back together quick, though. i don't want her to be my sister-in-law." she nodded across from them, and luara looked to see who she was gesturing to. of course, there bruna was, sat with neymar and his friends, sipping white wine with a grin on her face.
luara absentmindedly sucked on her teeth as she looked, "hm, i know, but i don't think it's gonna happen."
"what, you and ney getting back together?" rafaella reached to the table next to them, grabbing each of them a glass of red whine, passing one to luara.
"yeah. i think it's better if we're not– you know." luara took a sip of her wine, piercing eyes never leaving the girl across from them, "together, and not being together but fucking."
rafaella cringed, "okay, lu, don't forget that it's my brother we're talking about."
luara laughed, looking away from her just as neymar turned his head, "sorry."
neymar's gaze caught onto her as soon as he turned his head, eyes raking over her curves, straight to the revealing slit in her skirt. the slit was high up her leg, probably just underneath her panties, and he licked over his lips, biting them clean. before he could begin to practically undress her with his eyes, he remembered their last conversation, and the girl currently sat next to him.
he didn't really care about bruna sat next to him, to be honest. he wanted to walk over to luara and take her for himself, but with their last conversation basically being an argument, he wondered if she had worn that outfit to make him jealous of the men that were already staring at her, a few of them being his friends. he took a sharp inhale, taking a chance to see if he could see her nipples through her top, or get a glimpse of her panties, but when he couldn't, he looked away.
"why don't you go visit santos fc soon, ney?" one of his friends, gil, asked him, taking his mind off of the girl he wanted so badly.
he laughed, "i might. it'd be weird, though, going back after so long."
"you should." another one of his friends added with a reassuring nod, "we'd go with you."
with another chuckle, he stood, but a hand gripping his stopped him.
"where are you going?" bruna asked him, putting her glass down on the floor, ready to go with him.
"i'm going to the bathroom, i won't be a minute." he pulled his hand away from hers, and made his way back into the house. he saw rafaella stood with another one of her friends, but didn't see luara, and he quirked a brow.
he looked around as he entered the house. it was mainly empty, seeing as everyone was outside, but when he looked to his left to the kitchen, he saw luara, bent over slightly on the counter, her phone in her hands, typing away.
"what are you doing, meu amor?" he walked toward her, but she didn't bother looking up. she knew who it was just by his voice, but couldn't be bothered to talk to him, so she continued her typing.
he frowned once he'd walked up to her, "what are you doing?"
she exhaled through her nose, shaking her head, "nothing."
"don't be blunt, what are you doing?" he bent down, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder, rubbing his thumb over where his lips where.
she shrugged him off her, "nothing, i've already told you."
"luara, don't start." he rested against the counter, folding his arms across his chest and setting his crutch up on the other side of him.
"i'm not starting." she shook her head again, chewing on the inside of her cheek, "what do you want?"
"i've come to see my girl." he grinned, reaching for her phone and locking it, setting it down on the counter, "don't you want to see me?"
"neymar, what are you doing?" she stood up straight with an annoyed sigh, "a few days ago you were saying we shouldn't be together, and we shouldn't love each other, so what are you actually doing?"
he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "i miss you."
"neymar, we've both said we shouldn't, so we're not." she grabbed her phone again, and moved to walk past him, but he stopped her.
"i miss you, and i love you." he rested his hands on her hips, moving her skirt up slightly to get a look at her, but she pulled him off her.
"don't say that, neymar. you've said yourself that we shouldn't be together, so leave it now." she tried again to move past him, but he grabbed onto her waist, moving in front of her, "i'm not doing it, neymar."
"do you want me, lua?" he asked her, arms wrapping around her waist.
"yes, i do want you." she rolled her eyes with a huff, trying to pull him off her again, but he didn't budge.
"then you have me."
"don't–" she pulled him off her. she was getting irritated with him now, "stop fucking saying shit like that when i'm trying to stop whatever this is."
she finally managed to shove past him, "it's your sister's birthday, so stop trying to make it about us when there isn't even an us anymore."
she fixed her skirt, walking back outside to rafaella, being greeted with familiar faces and alcohol. all she wanted now was to get drunk with rafaella and go back to her hotel room.
neymar leaned back onto the counter, running his hands over his face. he didn't know what was going through his head. he wasn't drunk, he hadn't even drank a lot, but as soon as he saw her, he was desperate to have her again, and he was raging inside that he couldn't. he didn't know why he was feeling that like, especially since he was the one who said they shouldn't be together.
