𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 | 𝓟𝓮𝓭𝓻𝓸 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓵 |

Secrets

It's been three days since the incident in my apartment, and Pedro hadn't left my side any second.

He to talk to his manager to get the tickets to Canada, but managed to have a stopover in Paris for a few days, and I'm just loving it, this city is so beautiful.

Although I haven't been able to sleep very well. My neck still hurts a little bit after the thing.... I've been tossing and turning in bed for hours and hours, luckily without waking up Pedro, who was sleeping peacefully next to me.

Now, I've been on the terrace of the room for quite a while, maybe since eight o'clock, and it's past nine o'clock now. With a jacket on, sitting in one of the two armchairs, watching the city, and appreciating the silence, which is only stained by the birds talking to each other.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, but a familiar smell invades my senses, coffee?

''Good morning my princess''. He comes with two coffees in his hand and a plate with some scones. ''I saw you sitting here and I came down in a moment to get some breakfast, also saw this pharmacy and took the opportunity to buy an ointment''.

''Thank you very much''. I bring his face close to mine so I can kiss him.

''Have you been here long?''.

I shake my head. ''Not long''.

''It's a little better, it's not so marked'' His fingers gently apply the lotion over my neck.

''Thank you" I smile.

He picks up his phone, which had started to vibrate non-stop with incoming messages. I take the opportunity to sip my coffee and grab a mini croissant.

''I can't believe it''. He frowns, still looking at the screen. ''Not even on vacation''.

''What's the matter?''.

He hands me his phone. I take it to read it properly when I see that it's an article. I'm a little more serious when I see three pictures of us yesterday, and proceed to read it.

''What does this mean now? I've never dated a celebrity before, I don't know what comes next''.

I leave the cell phone on the table. ''You don't care that you're famous now?''.

''I mean, they don't even know who I am, right now I'm Pedro Pascal's girlfriend, but I don't have my own name''.

His gaze suddenly relaxes. Excitedly he moves his chair closer to mine. ''My girlfriend?''.

''Yes, isn't it? We could call last night our first date''.

''It's just that we hadn't talked about it, and I hadn't thought about it either, I didn't want to burden you, and...''.

I lean my arm on the couch to bring my face closer to his. ''We haven't talked about it and you haven't asked me either, I took it for granted, but if you want to, ask me''.

His gaze goes down to my lips. - Alessa... Here, in front of the Eiffel Tower in the middle of Paris, do you want to be my girlfriend officially?''.

''I do, Pedro''. He smiles at me and presses his lips to mine. ''But let's take it easy, there's no need to rush, we could play with the press''.

''How?''.

''Instead of going out to make statements, let's go about our business, let's not make a big deal out of it''. I take another sip of my coffee. ''You Chris Martin? Coldplay's singer?'' He nods. ''He married his wife like three years ago, and the press have just noticed''.

He turns his playful face. ''I don't think we can last that long?''. Says laughing. ''But okay, I'm up to that''.

''Everything is delicious by the way''.

''If croissants from France were to go bad, I'd drop a big myth''.

I take a sip of coffee. ''Is your film being shoot ahead of schedule?''.

''Yes''. He covers his mouth while chewing. ''They just sent me the flight, look". He unlocks the phone. ''We'll leave tomorrow night at ten o'clock, and we'll get there at eight o'clock European time, so it'll be two o'clock in the morning''.

A sigh comes out of my mouth. ''What a jet lag I see coming''.

''You''ll get used to it''.

We spend the morning chatting, looking at each other, laughing and rolling around in bed.

I feel so comfortable with him... He even scares me a little. In just one day we start the adventure. It's a strange feeling, like jumping into the void with a new acquaintance, with no hope that it will go well or badly.

These three days have been like a preparatory for what is to come, a few quiet days before the storm