heaven-sent - Pablo Gavi

14. a tearful afternoon

Lucia's POV

I wasn't sure what would happen when Pablo would come back from his trip from Sevilla. What I didn't expect was, that we would completely ignore the kiss from Saturday.

Pablo was fast asleep on the couch, still in his barça tracksuit, his backpack on the floor. He has been traveling and playing a lot lately; he must've been very tired from all the training.

I just got home from filming a video for our club's YouTube channel, seeing him lay there curled up on the couch.

It was already late in the afternoon, the golden daylight shining perfectly into the living room onto Pablo's face. He looked so peaceful, his brown hair falling into his face as light snores left his lips.

An idea popped into my head, and I hoped Pablo would like it just as much as I did.

I sat down next to him, softly shaking his shoulder to wake him up. He stirred a bit in his sleep, then turned onto his back as his eyes fluttered open. A tired smile crept onto his face as soon as he saw who woke him up.

"Good morning." I joked. Pablo only buried his face back into the couch with a small chuckle.

"Want to continue your nap upstairs with me?" My question made his head shoot up faster than Balde running down the pitch. (A/n: I just love the reference with Balde's speed)

He gave me one of his toothy grins and wrapped his arms around me as he sat up.

"That sounds perfect." He said, the words almost inaudible the way he was mumbling into my neck. Without saying much else, I followed him to his bedroom where Pablo laid down once again. After I quickly changed into comfortable sweats, I snuggled into his warm embrace. It felt so right laying in his arms, my head smushed against his chest. His fingers were tangled in my hair, like he did ever so often and played with the lose strands.

We didn't talk, he needed the rest just like I did. I set a timer for an hour, not wanting to lay awake at night.

It felt weird at first to lay in his bed, snuggled up so close to him. Even though hearing Pablo's calm breath I could not fall asleep. Adrenaline rushed through my body; I thought about what this was between us. Pablo had always been a very open, touchy person, maybe the kiss was just a one-time thing for him. I decided to listen to Elena's advice and just see where it goes.

Eventually, I fell asleep too but woke up again alone. The sun already set; the golden light brightened up his room. The nap was short but knocked me out completely to the point I had to think about what day it was. Pablo's side of the bed was empty, but after turning around, I could hear the faint noises of water running. I pulled his duvet up to my chin, closing my eyes once again. His bathroom door opened, making my eyes flutter open at the same time. I propped myself up to my elbows, seeing Pablo emerge behind a cloud of hot steam.

I think my eyeballs fell out of my sockets.

He walked outside with wet hair, droplets of water still falling onto his shoulders. Only a blue towel hung low around his waist, showing off almost everything to possibly imagine. My eyes wandered down to his chiseled chest like they did the last few times, glancing at his defined muscles. His biceps flexed every so often when he dried his hair with another towel. The sight of Pablo made my body tingle, a red tint spread across my cheeks.

He finally saw me being awake, his usual angry expression softened.

"Slept well?" He asked as he looked for clothes in his closet.

"Mhm." I mumbled, my eyes still not leaving his back.

"I forgot my clothes here." Pablo said rather awkwardly, glancing over his shoulder back at me.