More than a dream come true- M.G

Chapter 22- Bar

The next day, Roni invited Martinus and I to a small bar we loved in Oslo. Martinus hesitated at first, nervous about how recognisable he was. Oslo wasn't exactly a place where he could just blend in, but I assured him there was nothing to worry about. It wasn't a flashy, busy place, it was tucked away in a quieter district, mostly filled with locals I knew. I told him that if anyone recognised him, I'd handle it. The look on his face told me he wasn't entirely convinced, but he eventually agreed.

I couldn't help but watch him as he stood in front of the mirror, getting ready. He was leaning forward slightly, fixing his hair, which was still damp from the shower. He wore a fitted black shirt that clung just right to his toned frame and dark jeans that sat low on his hips. I noticed he'd chosen the silver chain I'd once complimented and that I loved seeing on him.

He caught my gaze in the reflection and smirked, that infuriatingly attractive confidence radiating from him.

"Like what you see?"- he teased, his tone playful yet laced with something deeper.

I rolled my eyes, trying not to let the flush creep up my cheeks. "Don't flatter yourself."

He straightened and turned to me, closing the space between us in two long strides. His hands rested on my waist, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of my shirt. The air between us felt heavy, charged.

"Too late."- he murmured, his voice low. "You've been staring at me all morning."

I tilted my chin defiantly. "Maybe was just checking if you're finally learning how to dress yourself."

He chuckled, his lips so close to mine that I could feel his breath. "You're going to pay for that comment later."- he whispered before pulling back, leaving me flushed and a little annoyed at how easily he got under my skin.

I shook my head and turned back to my closet. I decided on a sleek, deep green satin blouse that hugged my figure and tucked it into a pair of high-waisted black leather pants. My heeled boots added just enough height to make me feel powerful, and I chose gold earrings for a touch of elegance.

When I turned around, Martinus was leaning against the doorframe, his gaze scanning me slowly. He didn't say anything for a moment, which only made me more self-conscious.

"Is it too much?"- I asked, fixing the front of my blouse.

His lips curved into a crooked smile. "It's perfect. You're prefect."

The sincerity in his voice made my chest tighten, but I masked it with a light laugh. "Let's go before you make me blush."

***

The bar was exactly as I remembered it- cozy, dimly lit and filled with chatter that wasn't too loud. Roni waved us over from a corner booth, her bright red lipstick making her easy to spot even in the low lighting. She looked effortlessly cool in an oversized blazer and knee-high boots, her hair tucked behind one ear.

Martinus slid into the booth beside me, his arm casually resting behind my shoulders. We ordered drinks and soon found ourselves laughing at Roni's stories.

It was easy to forget the world outside the bar. Martinus seemed to relax more with every passing minute, his laughter coming more freely.

We played a stupid drinking game Roni had made up, taking sips whenever someone said certain word. Martinus caught on quickly and kept purposefully baiting me into saying it, his smirk widening each time I groaned in frustration.