When it becomes real (Pablo Gavi)

Chapter 15

Gavi's POV

"And that's a wrap! Well done everyone".

The photographer seems to be happy with the photos at last and I see the team picking everything up to leave.

"Great job", says Mónica when I sit next to her. She was supposed to come to this shoot with me, for the contract. But what Saúl doesn't know is that she's coming home with me later.

"Should we go? I need that time in the pool more than ever. That was exhausting".

"Yeah, hearing them lie to you about how handsome you are was a lot for me too".

"Ha ha", I say, flicking her nose. "Let's go".

**

Once at home, we change into our swimsuits. But when I get to the pool, I see she's still wearing her clothes.

"Did you forget your bikini?"

"No, I just...I'm a bit cold. I might just stay here on the grass".

I can tell she's lying. But I don't want to pressure her.

"Your loss!"

I dive into the pool, splashing water everywhere.

"Pablo!"

"What?"

"Don't do that. You almost got water all over me".

"That way you'll see it's not cold. Come on. At least get your feet inside the pool".

I see her thinking about it and she gets up to take her shoes and trousers off. She then moves towards the pool and sits on the border, putting her feet inside as I said.

"Cold?"

"Kinda".

"You'll get used to it. Come on".

She shakes her head and I leave her there so I can swim. I really need the water to help me relax after this long day.

After 10 minutes of swimming, I go back to Mónica and see she's taken her shirt off. I try not to stare because she's clearly not comfortable being so exposed but...she's so stupidly beautiful.

"Want to come in now?"

"Maybe".

I smile at her and get closer. It's like she has a magnet or something.

I put my hands on her waist, so I can help her get in the pool. "This ok?"

She nods and I bring her down into the water, and closer to me. So close...

"See? It wasn't so bad".

I swim away, trying to gather my thoughts. It's impossible to think next to her right now.

But I soon find her next to me again.

"Pablo?"

"Yeah".

"Can we have our next lesson?"

She can't be saying this now.

"Lesson of what?"

She gets even closer and I barely hear her whisper. "Bésame" (Kiss me).

And she doesn't have to say it twice. I hold her face with one hand, while the other one goes to her waist. And I kiss her. Again, starting slowly. Making sure she knows she can stop if she wants to.

But she doesn't stop me. She moves closer, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me this time.

"Still not a real one", she laughs. "You're a terrible teacher".