A Bet That Changed Us ︱Pablo Gavi

22: the night we wont forget

isabella's pov

The night of Valentina's birthday arrived, and the excitement was palpable. We'd spent the entire day getting ready, and now it was finally time to celebrate. Valentina and I had laid out our dresses on the bed, admiring the silky fabric and the way the corsets hugged our bodies perfectly.

"Let's get dolled up!" Valentina grinned, grabbing her makeup bag and sitting down in front of the mirror.

I followed her lead, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my chest. This night was going to be unforgettable. I slipped into my dress, the black silk feeling cool and luxurious against my skin. The corset cinched at my waist, accentuating my curves in a way that made me feel confident and sexy.

Valentina opted for a deep red dress that contrasted beautifully with her olive skin. The straps were delicate, and the dress flowed around her like liquid fire. She looked stunning, and I couldn't help but feel a little envious of how effortlessly she pulled off the look.

We took our time with our makeup, making sure every detail was perfect. I went for a smoky eye and nude lips, while Valentina chose a bold red lipstick that matched her dress. Our jewelry was simple but elegant—dangling earrings, a few bracelets, and a necklace that shimmered in the light.

As we styled our hair, curling the ends and pinning back a few strands, the anticipation grew. By the time we were finished, we looked like we'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. Valentina snapped a few selfies of us together, laughing as we struck poses in the mirror.

"This is going to be a night to remember," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

We grabbed our purses and made our way to the venue, a swanky club that Valentina had hired out for the occasion. The place was already buzzing with energy, music pumping through the speakers as people mingled and danced. The lights were low, casting a warm glow over everything, and the atmosphere was electric.

We made our rounds, greeting friends and taking in the scene. Valentina's friends from work were there, along with some familiar faces from the Barça squad. I spotted Pablo across the room, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted shirt and jeans. His eyes met mine, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. My heart skipped a beat.

As the night went on, we gathered in a corner of the club to play some games. "Never Have I Ever" was the first up, and it quickly turned into a hilarious and slightly embarrassing experience. Drinks were poured, secrets were spilled, and laughter filled the air.

But it was "Seven Minutes in Heaven" that brought the tension to a head. The game had started off light-hearted, but when Pablo and I were chosen to go into the room, the atmosphere shifted. The small, dimly lit space felt intimate, almost too intimate as we stood there, the sound of the music muffled by the closed door.

Pablo's gaze was intense, his eyes locking onto mine with an unreadable expression. My pulse quickened as he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the confined space.

"I've been wanting to do this all night," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Before I could respond, his lips were on mine, capturing them in a kiss that sent shivers down my spine. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, but then it deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. I melted into him, my hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.

The world outside that small room ceased to exist. It was just us, caught in the moment, the intensity of our connection taking over. His hands moved to the small of my back, pressing me against him, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body.