Never Let Go (Of Me) • Ferran Torres

Chapter 26: You're Special

🎶 Crazier — Taylor Swift 🎶

I was standing in front of my overly full closet trying to find something to wear tonight. Ferran was landing any minute now and I didn't want to arrive any second later than possible. Now that I had gotten a first taste of him, of his lips, I wanted more. I looked at the simple white t-shirt bra I had been wearing the last few days and tilted my head. I scrunched my lips and turned to my underwear drawer to pull out something more lacy I had gotten gifted after a shoot a few weeks ago. It wasn't even a date and we had done nothing except for a quick peck, but... one could never know. And even if he wouldn't see it, I would at least feel sexy and confident, which wasn't a loss either.

I just pulled a simple white shirt dress out of my closet and cursed when I saw how wrinkled it was, but I didn't own an iron as I hadn't deemed it as an important purchase until now and my money was needed for the really important stuff, like groceries and hygiene products. My phone chimed up and I grabbed it, running down the stairs with my bag in hand, knowing exactly what kind of message it was.

Ferri 🦈
Just landed 🛬

Cata 👸🏻
Omw!!!

Ferri 🦈
I could have picked you up instead of letting you drive around with creeps on public transport 😒

Cata 👸🏻
See you in a bit 😘

Getting to Ferran's by metro and bus was an absolute journey to the end of the world, but I stopped for some groceries on the way as he probably had nothing fresh left after two weeks away. And then I was there, in front of his gate, ringing the bell.
"Who is this?" Ferran asked in a flirty tone over the speaker.
"Pedri" I replied and the buzzer opened.

"Now you look way better than you did just an hour ago, Pedri" he joked as he stood in the door and I was walking the short way up to the house.
"Here I am, in all my glory" I joked and did Pedri's signature goggle celebration. I stepped up until I was standing right in front of him.
"Hi" he said quietly and put his hands on my waist.
"Hi" I whispered back as my voice had vanished after feeling his touch on me.

We looked each other in the eyes, unsure of how to greet but it was him being brave this time as he connected our lips in a short peck. He touched my nose with his and I smiled.
"I brought some fresh stuff to cook the best Spaghetti with tomato sauce I can produce" I chuckled and got inside with him following me into his kitchen. I crouched down to take out the pots and pans needed and set everything up on the stove and counters.

"I know my way around here way too well" I chuckled as he sat down on a counter watching me bustle around.
"Looks good though" he commented with a mischievous grin on his face. "I should think of ways for me to pay you back" he chuckled and I laughed.
"Oh really, what?" I asked and tilted my head while he just continued to watch me amusedly and I decided to return to stirring my sauce, which didn't look amazing, but whatever.

Suddenly, I felt Ferran's presence behind me as something was being hung around my neck and I looked down, seeing a star diamond pendant on a necklace.
"Ferri..." I whispered as I touched it and he put his hands on my shoulders, leaning closer.
"Told you I'd bring something back. You like it?" he asked and I nodded, smiling. "A star because well,... America. But mostly because you light my way when it's dark" he whispered and my heart started beating so fast. Those words didn't just move me, no, they shook my whole existence. I mattered. I mattered to him.

"Ohhhh shit" I gasped, frantically moving the pot with the spaghetti away from the stove and interrupting our romantic moment, but there was nothing worse than overcooked pasta. "Sorry" I chuckled. I prepared the plates and we sat down by the table, with Ferran filling me in on stories from America. When we were done, we loaded the dishwasher and settled on the couch as he fired up some Netflix.

Usually, we'd keep a healthy distance of 20-30 centimetres between us but this time, I cuddled into him and put my head on his chest, hoping and praying that he wouldn't think I was overstepping. But he seemed to enjoy it, as he started playing with my hair while we were watching the first episode of Designated Survivor. It was such a good TV show, maybe too good, because we were hooked on it instead of making out with each other, which was what I had actually hoped for.

"I'll go grab some water, you want a glass too?" I asked when the first episode was over and the next was about to start.
"Oh, yeah! That would be great, thanks" he replied and sent me a wide smile, which almost made me run into some furniture because I preferred to look at him rather than the way ahead. When I returned, I set down the glasses, and Ferran took my arm, pulling me closer to him.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked and I bit my lip, finding it so sweet that he asked for permission as I nodded. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pushed me closer until our lips clashed onto each other's. Wow, this was what really kissing Ferran was like, not just simple pecks, and my oh my, I never wanted it to end. I debated on whether to sit on his lap for better access because right now my spine was curved like a rainbow and I'd be getting back pain from that tomorrow for sure. But I also didn't want to come off as too horny, which I undoubtedly was though.

So I decided to be brave and not care and swung one leg over his two and sat down on his thighs. His tongue swiped across my lips and I granted him entrance. Both his hands were roaming around my back, my hips and my senses were going into overdrive from his touch. We eventually pulled away though and I rested my front against his, softly poking his nose with mine.

"Can you drive me home?" I piped up after seeing that it was almost midnight with a work day looming over my head tomorrow. He looked at me as if he wanted to say something but nodded, giving me one last peck before I stood up. We walked to the Audi hand in hand and I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, and seemingly, he couldn't either. Before starting to drive, he leaned in and gave me another kiss.

"Can't get enough of me?" I teased him as we drove down his street.
"Looks like it" he chuckled and rested his hand on my thigh.
"Ah... It's a shame you didn't see my nice lingerie though" I chuckled, deciding to tease him. The car made a screeching noise as we abruptly came to a halt at a red light, which he apparently hadn't seen in time.
"Don't say stuff like this while I'm driving" he said laughing and I joined in.
"Sorry. You're easy to wind up" I chuckled.
"You're my weakness" he replied and looked at my with a grin on his face and his comment made me blush. I was just an ordinary girl and he was... a famous footballer. Who had just dated a football princess. I was a nobody compared to Sira.

"Something's going through your mind and I want to know what it is" he said as he continued navigating through the city.
"I'm nothing special..." I mumbled, knowing that it was of no use to either of us if I bottled up my feelings.
"You don't have to be special in general. It's far better to be special to someone rather than constantly trying to prove something to everyone. You'll never win them all over anyways" he replied and a soft smile played on my lips.
"Am I special to you?" I asked and turned a bit to see him.
"You so are" he replied and took my hand to kiss it.