Don't Forget My Name(Neymar)

Chapter 7-Los sentimientos intensos

Bittersweet symphony guys! Only 3 more chapters in this story..

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Neymar walked quietly up the stairs that lead to the guest rooms, along with his and Belle's current room. He didn't want to wake her up, especially when he has woken up many times by the creaking of the floor boards late at night. For the past week, Belle would be an owl and would walk around, just thinking.

The more he escalated up the stairs, the sound of running water echoed through the halls signifying that Belle was taking a shower. The shower shut off quickly and a loud sigh filled the bathroom. Neymar neared the door and knocked on it softly making it creak open slightly. In his right mind, he would have walked away, and he was. Until he caught a glimpse of her.

Her long curly hair reached to the middle of her back and covered her breasts. Unconsciously he was biting his lip. Deep down inside, he wanted to grab her and take her down there, but that wouldn't be gentlemanly at all. Plus, him and Belle were meant to be just friends.

Belle grabbed her curly hair and tied with a stray hairband, revealing more parts to Neymar.

Blood flushed from his face into other regions. A groan escape from his mouth causing Belle to snap her head towards the door. Fear struck his body and the only thing he could do was stand there frozen. In seconds, she opened the door and stuck her head out. Neymar's face lit on fire with a blush and his throat was to dry for him to utter out a word. "Neymar." Her silky voice rang in his ears. Her eyes darted down to the buldge in his training shorts and blushed slightly.

"You were peeping?"

"Belle! I-I swear, I didn't mean to!"

A cocky smirk formed on her lips as she grabbed his hands slowly. " Oh, Neymar. If you wanted to see, all you could of done was ask." With that, she pulled him inside the bathroom with her and wrapped her arms around him.

"W-What are you --"

"Shut up and kiss me." She interrupted, her tone full of lust. His lips ached for hers. The feel of her lips on his would sure to drive him mad. Neymar stood frozen with a dark blush on his face, "Are you sure?" He breathed out, now being centimeters away from her mouth.

"Yes, I've been waiting."

"Neymar!"

Belle shook him aggressively until he snapped his eyes open and met her dark brown ones. He sighed, not sure whether it was a sigh of relief or sadness. This was the first time dreaming of Belle in such a way. Sure he's dreamer of her, multiple times actually, but nothing so..dirty.

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay?" The look in Belle's eyes caused a frantic wave to run through his body.

"It's passed 7:00, you're going to be late to your training."

"Fuck!" He grumbled, jumping out of bed quickly. Belle's mouth gaped and she turned her head quickly. Throughout the time Neymar was gathering his stuff, she wouldn't make eye contact. He stopped as he noticed her odd actions.

"What?"

She shook her head, hiding the noticeable blush on her cheeks.

"Tell me, Belle."

For seconds she was quiet, then she spoke up.

"Look, uh, down."

He raised an eye brow and looked down at his boxers. Seconds later, his face was as red as hers was. Thanks to the dream he had, his third leg was well awake and created a noticeable buldge.

"I'm going to get ready." He croaked.

"I'll fix you something to eat." She stood up quickly, still not making any eye contact, and rushed out of the room. Once she was gone, he let out a large groan. "That did not just happen!" He growled.