In The Name of Love

Chapter 21

"Marina, language!"

"Sorry" she says. "But urgh, it is so annoying. It crashes every time I try to edit a video, I need a new one."

"Is this your way of asking me to get you one for Christmas?" I chuckle.

"No... But if you want to get me one..." she smiles. "Can I use your phone? I need this video for the weekend."

"Why for the weekend?"

"It is... It's for my Instagram account. For Pedri's birthday."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry, Val. I shouldn't have said anything, I..."

"No, it's ok. Here" I say, giving her my phone.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Thank you, Val" she says, giving me a hug.

"Yes, yes" I reply, patting her on the arm. "Now can I go back to work?"

"Of course!" she says, laying down on the sofa again. "I didn't know you had him as your lock screen."

"Uh?"

"Pedri."

"Oh, yes. I actually got that photo from your account. It's from the first goal he dedicated to me."

"That's cute" Marina says. "Password?"

"I don't have one."

"What? Why? What if someone steals your phone and finds all your naked photos with Pedri?"

"I don't have that on my phone" I chuckle.

"Wait... Does that mean you have photos like that?"

"Marina, focus on the video and don't ask more questions."

"Ok... But the fact that you are as red as my jumper says it all" she giggles.

"Whatever" I reply.

"Aww, this photo is cute. And hot. Did you take it?" she says, showing me my phone.

"I did. It's from our first trip to Tenerife and it's been my phone background since then."

"Haven't you taken more photos that are background worth it?"

"I have. But that one is special" I say. Because it was taken the moment I knew I wanted Pedri to be my boyfriend. The moment I knew I wanted him in my life, by my side. The moment I realized I was not only falling in love with him but already in love even if completely accepting it and saying it aloud took me my time.

I had woken up before him and was in the kitchen making us some breakfast when he walked in.

"Good morning, gorgeous" he says from the door.

"Good mor... Don't move."

"What?" Pedri laughs.

"Don't move, let me grab my phone."

"Your phone?"

"Yes. I need to take a photo."

"A photo of what?" he asks.

"You" I reply.

He had never looked better than he did in that moment. He was, as usual, leaning against the door frame, shirtless with his arms crossed over his chest, and his biceps in all their glory. His hair was a mess, but it was the fluffiest mess ever, asking you to run your fingers through it. And for once, he had listened to me and hadn't shaved.