𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝.

Chapter 13 - Repetitions and Repetitions

Neymar Jr POV

"Ney!" A youthful voice hollered, and I looked up to see an adorably delighted Kylian in front of me. "What are you doing here?" As he squeezed me into a hug, I felt my face fit snugly into the crook of his neck as he was just a slight bit taller than me. He patted my back lightly to remind me that I had to stop hugging him. Oops.

"I'm... I don't know, really. I'm just walking around, Paris is so pretty." I chuckled shyly. I could barely stop myself from gazing at Kylian's face, the warm sunlight of the French streets bathing his skin in a heavenly golden-brown glow.

"Like your eyes," he mumbled, looking into the distance. I felt my heartbeat picking up and my breath catching as his fingers just brushed against my knuckles. "You're so beautiful, Ney." He still refuses to look at me, just keeping that faraway, dreamy look on his face — his eyes soft and bright like dusky stars and a lovestruck smile playing at his lips.

"Real charmer you are, Kylian." I blushed, reaching for his hands and fiddling with his fingers lazily. He just sighed contently and pulled me along the streets, a playfully excited grin on his lips like the look a mischievous little boy would give you when he was planning something.

"Come," he laughed, breaking into a run and practically dragging me across the pavement so fast that I was almost tripping over my own feet. "You're so slow, Ney, hurry up!"

"Where are you even taking me? And what's the fucking rush?" I panted, pulling my Nike cap down over my head. Before I could even finish my sentence, he had dragged me right into a quaint milkshake parlour. I stared around blankly before we both burst into a fit of helpless laughter. "Milkshakes?"

"Yeah!" He wrapped an arm around my waist, looking down at me from the side. "What's wrong with milkshakes?"

"Nothing," I looked down, blushing furiously at his touch. He pulled open a chair tucked into a little table and set me gently down in it and hurried over to the counter to order the shakes, leaving me smiling and shaking my head giddily, hardly believing I could possibly be in love once again— oh God, not the thought of Leo again.

Every time I think about something similar to love, he always rushes back into my head when I don't want him. I unfollowed him on Instagram and tried to move as far away as possible from him, but that phone call, oh that damned call the other day just wrenched all my old feelings back into my heart: that special place in there I reserved for him only.

I looked down at my lap, my lovestruck smile ripped off my face like a band-aid on a wound that only leaves the remaining gaping throbbing mess.

"Hey, hey." Kylian lifted my chin up gently, forcing me to look into his soft eyes. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Just tired." I lied, pulling my cap further down my face to hide my wet eyes. I felt his concerned stare settle on the top of my covered head.

"No, you're not. Have this." He pushed a chocolate milkshake abundant with whipped cream towards me, and looked at me. "It'll make you feel better."

I took a deep breath and sipped the sweet drink. I flashed him a grin, before having more of the shake. "Was I right? Didn't it make you feel better?" Kylian crossed his arms smugly.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm always right!" He declared proudly, and I snorted into my milkshake, falling helplessly into his shoulder.

"Yeah, right."

"I — I really enjoyed today, Ney." Kylian blushed, taking my smaller hands in his. "I really did."