We walked to an apartment building near the club.
"I have to pick up something, and then we can go," he said.
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay." He chuckled and I died a little inside.
"Tell me about yourself," I said.
"Well, I was born and raised in this area. My Dad loves soccer like me, he taught me, and I am pretty well known around here now. I go often to Barcelona, and like to tour Europe and see many people. You?"
"Born and raised in Northern Virginia, I love soccer, infact that's why I am here, and I like traveling and seeing new things. That's why I'm so observant." I glanced at my watch and saw the time was almost 11 PM. Were we actually touring at this hour? We reached his apartment, he opened the door, and let me in before closing the door and turning the light on. Except, he never turned the light on.
He pinned me against the door, his arm extended just above my head, and his other arm was going towards my waist. I guess i'll be touring him tonight. I thought. He slowly moved his head in, and my lips met his. It was soft at first, and then it evolved into hard kisses. He started kissing my cheeks, moving down to my neck, eventually finding a good spot. He moved back up to my lips and violently took my clothes off. The next thing I knew, we were rolling around on his bed. His face was already beautiful, but then he had a body to go with it. He had abs, and even a V. His legs and calves were pure muscle, he was lean. That night was the first time I had ever gone that far with a guy. I had never kissed a guy till then.
I was lying in bed, my head against his chest. He absently played with my hair. He was warm, and we were both breathing normally. Something about him felt right, maybe it was me being stupid because it was my first time. But he didn't seem like a complete jerk. After several minutes of comfortable silence, I spoke.
"You still have to give me a tour of Brazil," I said. He chuckled.
"That's a deal," he said and kissed the top of my head.
"Are you this sweet to everyone?" I asked.
"Only to beautiful girls like you, and my mother."
"Shut up," I replied jokingly. "I'm not beautiful."
"You don't see what I see from you. You don't see your eyes light up, or your genuine smile, or your observant eyes."
"You hardly know me," I said.
"We can change that," he replied.
"What happens when I go back home?"
"You haven't gone yet, so why are we worrying about that now?" I sighed.
"Okay."
"You have to promise me that whatever happens, friends or not, what you find out about me does not in anyway change you or whatever this relationship is," he said. I nodded and eventually fell asleep against his chest, listening to his heart beating.
"Neymar!" A voice yelled at the door followed by extremely fast Portuguese. I slowly opened my eyes while Neymar groaned. "Neymar!" the voice yelled again. I heard the door open and it was too fast for me to react.
A lean man with white skin and a ton of light brown, long curly hair stood at the foot of the bed. I made sure the blanket covered my bare body as much as possible. Neymar muttered something in Portuguese. The man whistled and smiled. I felt uncomfortable and muzzled my head into Neymar's chest.
"David, get out," Neymar said.
"Who's this?" he replied. His accent was less heavy than Neymar's. He was decent looking.
"Her name is Shruti," he replied. The man known as David nodded.
"Not bad man."
"Shut up David."
"Neymar, the press is outside."
"Press?!" I exclaimed.
"Well I mean, what do you expect he's Neymar Junior," David said. I suddenly felt like screaming. What the hell was I thinking or even doing?! This is what happens when you're pretty much drunk and wasted. I thought. Neymar freaking Junior. Neymar da Silvos Santos Junior. Player of FCB Barcelona, winner of the South American Footballer of the Year Award, recognized by Pele, basically a world class player, and I had just slept with him. This had to be a dream. This was something millions of girls wanted, and here I was, an average girl, doing what millions of girls worldwide wanted to do. And David? It was freaking David Luiz. One of the best defenders in the world, and a less heavy accent because he plays for Chelsea. An English club. I looked back and forth between them for several minutes, eyes wide open.
"Oh my god," I said.
