To be with you

Chapter Thirteen - PILLOWTALK

Chapter Thirteen - PILLOWTALK

"I love to hold you close
Tonight and always
I love to
Wake up next to you."

Pillowtalk - Zayn

"Good morning, beautiful." Sophia opened her eyes and there was Blake lying by her side on the bed showing off his naked torso. And for one second she thought she was dreaming. But that smile on his face she couldn't imagine. It had to be real.

"Good morning." Her voice still sounded sleepy and she was a bit tired. "What time is it?"

"It's 5:20, we still have time." Blake said pulling her closer to him on the bed they were sharing since the last night.

He kissed her neck and wrapped his arm around her pulling her even closer so her body was glued to his under the thin blanket covering them.

"Don't you ever get tired?" Sophie asked. They probably had sex five or six times the night before and he was willing to go at it again this morning.

"I'm an athlete." Blake whispered on her ear and Sophie laughed, although he did have a good point.

He slowly caressed her cheek and lifted his head so he could take a good look at her face.

"You're beautiful, Soph." Blake stated, and Sophia felt goosebumps. That man, right in front of her, holding her, had no idea of how he was making her feel with those words.

"You're making me blush." She said shyly as he kept staring at her with an intense gaze, making him laugh.

"Fine, I'll stop staring." He said and rested his head on the pillow looking at the ceiling, but still kept his arm around her. "Living on the other side of the planet and being allowed to travel wherever you want or living right here in New York and never going anywhere else?" Blake asked after a few moments of thoughts.

"Ooooh, good question..." Sophie thought about it. "I honestly don't know for sure... But I think live on the other side of the country. So I could travel and still come here often."

"Nice answer." Blake agreed.

"Why did you ask?"

"I don't know..." He shrugged. "It's just I've always dreamed of going to Europe to play there. But it would be hard to leave all behind here."

"Have you ever received any propositions to go play there?" Sophie asked, sincerely interested in the matter. Soccer was a huge part of Blake's life and if she was going to be involved with him she wanted to know all about it.

"No... Actually, when I was 19 a team asked me to go train there but I was too young and my parents thought it was best if I finished college here first." He told her and she was impressed that he didn't accept it when he was 19. Most kids would have jumped at the oportunity.

"But you built your carreer here and you succeeded. Very well, by the way." She told him.

"So you've noticed." Blake looked at her with a smirk.

"Yes, I've noticed, Mr. MVP." Sophie joked. "Do you want me to inflate your ego any more?"

"I guess it's big enough." He told her and they laughed together.

Sophie slowly kissed Blake's cheek. "To go to Europe and have your dream job or to be with the love of your life?" She asked wihtout giving a second thought to the question she was making.

"Ouch. That was a hard one..." Blake thought. "To go to Europe and have my dream job or to be with the love of my life..."

He was still thinking about the right answer when his phone rang, announcing their time together had come to and end.

"It's time for you to go, right?" Sophie asked when she saw Blake picking up his phone from the nightstand.

"It is. I have trainning in 20 and still have to shower." He told her.

"It's okay. I have yoga in a few too." She said getting up alongside him.

As Blake went to the bathroom to shower, Sophie made them breakfast with what she found in the kitchen, which wasn't much.

"Made you toasts and coffee to go." She said as Blake showed up in his training gear.

"You're amazing, you know that?" He said kissing her on the lips. "I have to go, but take your time. I left a towel for you in the bathroom and there's a new toothbrush too. I'll call you later."

Sophia felt his lips on her skin one last time and before she could say anything else she was left alone in his apartment as if she was at home.

And incredibly enough, it felt comfortable. She was wearing one of his too many Nike shirts, eating breakfast on his kitchen stand, after a night full of love making and laughs.

Could she ask for more?

Probably not.