Smile

• Chapter 7 •

Mesut POV

When she opens the door, a smile appears on my face. I face her, in a t-shirt too large for her, revealing one of her shoulders, still slightly damp; with shorts exposing her slender legs; her wet hair falling over her face. Despite her reddened eyes, she is so sexy.

I stay on the door for a moment, watching her. Until she invited me to enter. I walk and she closes the door behind me.

- Did you want to talk to me? she asked.
- I... uh... I wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have forced you to go into the pool when you didn't want. Sorry.
- It's okay. I don't know why I reacted like that.

Looks like she doesn't dare to look at me. Her eyes are glued to the ground. Mine can't leave her. She's beautiful. I want to take her in my arms to comfort her. I wonder what's wrong . Why is she so sad. I hope it is not because of me. No. It's impossible. She was like that a long before I threw her in the pool.

- Do you want something else?
- Uh... no. I'll let you alone.

I leave the room, giving her one last look before closing the door.

Nuria POV

I hear the door closing behind me. I sit on my bed with a sigh. He really seemed to worry for me. Maybe I should go see him to tell him I don't blame him. I still don't understand why I reacted like that. Especially in retrospect, it was rather nice. It's been awhile since I hadn't been in the arms of a man. I smiled at the thought. Especially since it wasn't anyone. I was in the arms of Mesut Özil. Against his muscular torso. My head on his shoulder. His hands in my back holding me against him. I lay thinking back to those few minutes in his arms. I'm starting to really regret not having enjoyed longer. And I decided to go talk to him in the evening to apologize for the way I reacted.

When I'm called for dinner, I quickly dress and go out of my room. Luckily I don't bump into Mesut. I planned to talk to him after dinner. I prefer not to cross him before. However, I find myself in the elevator with Benzema, Marcelo and Arbeloa.

- Good morning, I said shyly.
- You talk? Karim asked dryly.

Annoyed, I looked down without answering.

- Karim! Marcelo reprimands him.

He utters a sigh and apologized.

-Sorry, he said. It's just that I didn't really appreciate the way you behaved with me the other day. What have I done to you that you refuse to talk to me?
- Nothing. Nothing. I... I'm sorry. It's not you. It is ... Actually, it's... it 's because... because...

I start to stutter, to get flustered. If I could apologize, maybe Karim would speak to me again. But again, I'm too shy to make a complete sentence.

- Calm down, Arbeloa says laughing. He's not going to hurt you.
- And if he tries, added Marcelo, I promise we will do our best to stop him.
- So? Why don't you want to talk to him?

His friendly tone makes me regain some confidence in myself and I can finally answer :

- I wanted. But I couldn't.

The three of them give me inquisitor gaze. But the elevator doors open, and I get out quickly, before they can ask me more questions. I don't think I can make another complete sentence yet. I sigh and go to eat.