Ronaldo and Khloe<3

Peppermint

Khloe POV

The night ended in a blink of an eye and before I knew it we were unlocking the front door. The night air felt cool on my skin, but at the same time it made me shiver.

I watched as Cristiano searched for the right key. After a few more moments he finally found the right one and flung the door open.

I entered and searched for the light switch, seeing that I had to get up the stairs which would be a hard task in complete darkness. After gliding my hands on the wall I finally felt it and the lights turned on. Everything was left the same way, the only difference is now the candle I had lit before leaving the house filled the air with the sweet smell of peppermint. I had been waiting a while for the holidays and they were just around the corner, though the weather still wasn't to cold. I walked over to the coffee table, which was where the candle was perched at and blew it out. Smoke flew from the top and masked the peppermint smell.

Then I walked up the stairs, seeing as Cristiano had already done so and had left.

I entered the bedroom and saw light shining from underneath the bathroom door. I sighed, I wasn't going to wait for him and then take my shower, I could just take one in the morning.

I then rummaged through my drawers in search of my pajamas, but not a single pair could be found. All in the wash. I then went to Cristiano's wardrobe and pulled out one of his jerseys, that honestly I had never seen him wear. Thats one thing I admire about him. He leaves is "work" or "passion" on the pitch. Sure he still trains at home and sometimes likes to play one on one with me, but you don't see him walking around in his jersey at home or in public. Its not something he shows off. Sometimes I think he just doesn't want to be, "Cristiano Ronaldo the famous soccer player." he just wants to he human.

I slipped the jersey over my head. It reached about mid thigh. I climbed into bed and pulled the cover over me. My head sunk in the pillow, that I must say felt softer then ever, like a cloud. The room was dark and all you could see was the light seeping through under the bathroom door, but even soon that light turned off and Cristiano a merged. It was dark but I could still make out his shadow.

He climbed into bed and I turned over so I could be facing him. He put an arm around me and I cradled my head in his bare chest.

"Good night mi amor."

Mi amor. It always go to me.

"Goodnight. Love you." I responded.

He kissed the top of my forehead,

"Love you too.

That night I got one of the best sleeps ever. Nothing could beat being In his arms. I felt so safe. So protected. But best of all, I felted so loved.