The last weeks of summer were rolling around now and I was already dreading winter and the cold. Barca played Villareal away and Ferran returned with a goal he shot and he was ecstatic about it. We continued hanging out, like we always did and when we were together, I felt safe and happy. He was loving, sweet and caring - everything you would want a guy to be. But when I wasn't with him, the doubts from inside were nagging me up.
Why wouldn't he ask me out? We didn't have to walk through Barcelona hand in hand, I was sure there were some possibilities to fly under the radar. Why wouldn't he make us official and ask me to be his girlfriend? Was this a whiny request? All our friends knew we were an item and we behaved like a couple all of the time, but we had no label on us. Was this ok? Was this normal? I honestly had no idea either as I had never been in a relationship.
But right now, I was getting ready for Eric's farewell party as he was leaving for a loan at Girona. Which wasn't far away, but he would be moving and that was reason enough for one last hooray, even though the boys weren't going to drink as they were fully into the season now, with an away game against Osasuna pending in three days.
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📍 Barcelona, Catalunya, España cata000cata Farewell party for the most unhinged guy I know ericgm3
sharkieboy000 😍😍💗💗 ericgm3 I've been crying and sobbing for days, but I'll always have Instagram to see you shortking30 Blaugrana looks better than pink Replying to shortking30: bananaguy2 Flirting skills level 0 bro
Ferran had come pick me up with his car and when I opened my apartment door, his jaw dropped. "You look beautiful" he said and I smiled shyly at the ground. "I'm such a lucky bastard" he added as he connected our lips. My doubts were set aside because he made me feel like a princess, maybe he was simply afraid from his last relationship and just enjoyed us being just... us. "Come on, let's go or we'll be late!" I chuckled and he slung his arm around my waist as I walked to the elevator.
When the doors closed and I pressed the ground floor button, he hugged me from behind, leaving soft kisses on my neck. "Pink really looks good on you. As usual, you'll be the prettiest girl tonight and I'll have to fight" he chuckled and I smiled as I turned around. "Mhm... you look smoking hot yourself, Mr Tiburon" I said and smiled. "Smoking hot? That's a first" he chuckled and I bit my lower lip. "The hair is longer" I admitted and he threw his head back, laughing. "Longer hair it is then" he said and pressed a kiss on my cheek as we walked out of the elevator.
We drove to Eric's, which was already pretty empty except for the main interior which already came with the house. "Cata! Ferri!" he greeted us happily. He always teased us with his flirty comments directed at me, but knew that we came together and he would never get between us. We all took it as a joke by now. We hugged him and then Ferran was quick to bring me some tinto de verano while he settled on a Coke Zero.
