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𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐎 𝐍 𝐄

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♛ A T L A S ♛

The plane landed about 30 minutes ago of which Stella has spent every bit of it sleeping. She was out cold the minute she hit the bed, I'm being so serious. I even thought she was dead for a good while so I spent 10 minutes watching the constant rise and fall of her chest just to make sure.

I was on the phone with the rest of my team, sorting out the details and smoothing out everything for the dinner we had arranged with Silva. More like the other way round, what Silva arranged with us. I guess it should worry me that he wants to meet up with Stella too, but I try not to let that idea stay in my head for too long. However, I still couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen, I don't know what it is or when, I just know that it's not going to end well.

I push those thoughts out of my head and decided to take a nap too. I toss and turn on the soft mattress but to no avail. My eyes can't seem to close with ceaseless thoughts flowing through my mind, and the tiniest feeling of excitement at what this vacation has to offer. I just didn't want to let my guard down too soon. I already had our whole itinerary planned out for the entire week and I knew I was going to cherish every single moment I spent with her on our much needed vacation.

I got up from the bed and reclined on the couch in the living area with a wide screen TV plastered right at the center of it. A football match was on, Liverpool vs. Manchester City. This was probably one of the first times in my life where I had absolutely nothing to do that didn't involve killing or yelling at people. It was...relaxing to say the least. I could say that I felt at peace even if it was just for a short duration of time.

I remember watching one of the games with Stella a while back ago, at first I thought she was intrigued by the game and actually had some interest in the rules and every aspect of football. It came to my attention that she was in fact intrigued- just by the sweaty men who displayed animalistic and rowdy behavior every time they scored a goal which wasn't quite often.

Okay it was, I was just suddenly distasteful especially since she showed interest in one of them in particular, Caelan Pierce. Apparently it was a universal women thing or whatever. Rory had the same obsession with him, especially after finding out that I'd been invited to one of his exclusive parties and considered him an acquaintance.

The game ended 20 minutes after I switched it on so I ended up just reading a book that I've been putting off for the longest time. It was unlike me to stop in the middle of a book and not continue whenever I had free time but the characters in this particular book were pissing me the fuck off.

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Stella met me outside on the patio after her eternal nap, adorned in a customized pink Prada snowsuit with a huge white fuzzy scarf with a matching beanie and gloves. White leathered snow boots covered her feet as she excitedly walked towards me. She clapped her hands together and beamed at me with her smile that can light up the whole damn world. "Umm, are you just going to keep staring at me or are we gonna go?"

She didn't wait for me to respond before she hooked my arm in hers. "You look beautiful." I said, placing a kiss on her cheek. She slowly turned towards me with a slightly flustered expression one her face before she buried her head on my chest in an attempt to hide.

"Stop saying those things," Stella said in a serious tone, if I hadn't seen the playful gleam in her eyes, I actually would've taken her seriously.

"What things?" I asked, not bothering to hide the smile at my face when snuggled herself closer to me at the frigid gust of wind that blew past us.

The walk to the ski zone wasn't that far away from the cabin but the both of us were walking impossibly slow. Me, partially because the snow boots I had on were heavy as hell and I needed to get adjusted to walking on the high pile of snow that nearly went up to the top of my boots.

Stella pulled away from me and my body immediately felt ten times colder than it felt outside without her warmth. She interlaced our fingers and I felt the already delicate strings of my heart tug even more.

"Things that make me think you more than just like me," She responded, answering my previous question.

I laughed, throwing my head back and trying to mask the blush that made its way to my face at her words. Luckily it was cold enough outside for me to blame it on the weather. "I don't remember saying I liked you, Stella," I joked, knowing damn well that deep down it was more than just like and it'd taken me long enough to realize that.

She elbowed me with that playful look in her eyes and beautiful smile still on her face. I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing that smile. "Asshole."

"So if I more than just liked you, hypothetically, what would you do?" I squeezed her hand tighter, feeling the sudden rush of nerves flowing through me.

"Then, hypothetically, I would do something stupid and say that I more than just like you." She squeezed my hand back and made sure to look at anywhere but me; but I could hear the high pitch in her voice and feel the shaking of her hands which gave me the slightest hope that maybe this wasn't just hypothetical for her too.

"We wouldn't want that then, would we?" I stopped walking, placed my hand on her chin, forcing her to look up at me.

And we stood there, for what felt like forever but in reality just a few minutes. Doing nothing but just staring into each other's eyes. Her eyes were like an unending pool of beauty that I would spend an eternity getting lost in if it meant I can spend every second of it with her.

After a while she finally answered, "No...No we wouldn't."