Don't give up [Fernando Torres FanFiction] | Editing |

Chapter 5 - Lovebug

Kissing Sammie... it just felt right. It was the confirmation that she loved me back, that my feelings for her weren't stupid. When my lips touched hers I felt a variety of emotions I can barely describe. She was the one for me. I met her a week ago, and something about her made me fall for her. So hard. So fast.

-I love you, Sammie - I say. It was all I could say after such a wonderful moment.

-I love you too, Nando. - It felt so good, listening to this. I pulled her close to me again and kissed her. After the kiss, I kept her close to me. Where we belonged.

-Hermosa, would you... would you be my girlfriend?

-Of course I will, my love.

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I was Nando's girlfriend. He was the one I loved, and he loved me back. Being with him was great. He made me feel amazing. He made me feel like I was on top of the world.

-I love you, I love you, I love you, mí amor. - That was what Nando was saying between kisses. I was silently enjoying the moment, enjoying every single kiss given by the man I love.

Suddenly, it starts raining.

-I always dreamed about kissing someone in the rain - No sooner said than done, he kisses me with passion.

-Well, you can check that out of your bucket list - He says laughing. - But now let's go to a bar or something, before you get a cold.

He takes my hand and we start running until we reach a bar. We enter and drink a beer quietly. We stay there for a while talking, until the rain passes.

-Let's go?

-Sure... Meet me tomorrow? - I ask, making my best puppy face.

-When do you finish classes?

-At six.

-Great... I'll pick you up at university at six.

We go to the car and spend the ride talking cheerfully until we get to my home.

-So... this is it.

-Well... see you tomorrow, honey.

-See you tomorrow, mí amor. Te amo. - Nando was super attractive speaking in Spanish, and saying "I love you" in this mother tongue was heart melting.

-I love you too, Nando. - We kiss goodbye (about ten times) and I enter home. My whole family is already sleeping so I go silently to my bed. Before I go to sleep, I check my phone.

Sleep tight, baby, I love you.

I love you too Nando. Have sweet dreams.

In the next morning, I wake up early and go to university. Classes go okay. I like studying Law, but all I want is to become a writer. I have written a novel, called Lovebug, about a couple: Sally and Jacob. She is a English girl who has a passion for football, and Jacob is the most beautiful man she ever met. I acknowledge that Sally is nothing but  a metaphor for me and the whole story is a daydream of my ideal love. Something overwhelming. When I was writing Lovebug, I was feeling myself the love between Sally and Jacob. But now, experiencing true love myself is way better. The reality of it is what makes it special.

I never told anyone about my dream of becoming a writer, nor about my books. I have a bit of fear that people are going to think that they aren't good enough. However, I want to be ready to give that step foward, so, tomorrow, I'm meeting this woman called Ms. Benedict, who works for several publishers. She selects the authors she thinks that have potential, and presents them to some publishers that might be intrested in closing a contract. I'm giving her a copy of Lovebug and I really hope she likes it.