Two R's Do Not Make a Right

Chapter 20

We ended up staying in bed for the rest of the day. A waste of a holiday day yet probably the best day on this entire holiday. The next day I realised I had a very important event that evening. I messaged Cris to double check that he had two seats reserved for me. He replied saying he had but that he wanted to know who i was bringing with me. I replied a friend and switched off my phone. I was going through my luggage to find the dress i had packed for tonight to ensure it was not creased or damaged. I turned the entire room upside down looking for the dress and i couldn't find it. I let out a frustrated sigh.

"What are we going to ea- What in the world happened in here!"

I just leaned back into the piles of clothes and closed my eyes. "I left my dress back in Spain for the Fifa Best ceremony." I heard Isco sit next to me and laugh. "You do realise that London is a very central area for shopping. Get ready and we'll go look for options."

I got up in a haste and quickly ran to the shower. I was keen for some shopping but also some time with Isco. He was excited about tonight and his mood lightened mine so I was automatically excited. His excitement also reminded me of the guestlist of people invited to attend. That and the fact that we would be sitting right next to Georgina and Cris. At the very least my family would be a couple of rows behind us. The relationship between Isco and I had developed in this short space of time. We both knew of the friendship boundary blurring as he held me nightly while we slept. It was at the very least not awkward between the both of us but we could only pretend for so long.

My phone started ringing as soon as I was dressed and I was surprised to see that it was James. "Hey my most favourite person in the world!" "Hey Lia! Just wanted to check on my two best friends and their holiday?" "We are having fun which I guess is good for the both of us." "And how is Isco?" At the mention of his name, he walked into my room. My eyes widened and my face was as red as a tomato. All because this perfect specimen of a man walked into my room dressed only in a towel which hung very low on his waist. That perfect V line had me force myself to tear my eyes away. I completely forgot that I had James on FaceTime and he had been trying to get my attention since the moment Isco walked into the room. "Like what you see?" I nearly choked and coughed a couple of times. I turned to my phone to avoid the entirely tense situation I landed myself in. James was laughing when Isco grabbed my phone. I think he may have realised why I froze. Isco left the room with my phone talking to James before I could protest about my property. I finished brushing my hair and decided to put on some minimalistic makeup for now.

An hour later I heard a knock on my door. I was sitting, scrolling through Youtube on my Macbook waiting for Isco to leave for Oxford street. He peered in after I said he could come in. It was relatively awkward because of what happened. I cleared my throat and offered him my hand to pull me up from the bed. His arm jerked me up and right into his now clothed chest. I was about to mumble some sort of apology even though it was his fault, when I felt two orbs burning into my skin. My immediate reaction was to blush and finally look up into his eyes. That was my first mistake. The intensity held behind those brown pools of honey made my breath hitch in my throat. My second mistake was to lean forward at the same time he did. Our hands seemed to cling to one another as if to say FINALLY. Just as we were about to make contact, I turned my head and cleared my throat. My third and final mistake was to look back into those pools of emotion and see hurt as clear as daylight flash across them. As quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. He looked away and looked back a me. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Let's just pretend it didn't happen, yeah?" I didn't know how to respond. How did he just expose and then hide behind his walls all in the space of 3 seconds? The tension between the two of us never left, regardless of my last minute decision to turn my head. This time I refused to over think what we had. I grabbed his shocked face and kissed him like my life depended on it.

When we pulled away I looked at him and said, "That isn't something you would want to forget, now is it?" He smiled the smile I ached to see etched on his perfect face. His response was to pull me up to him once again and kiss me. I never knew how long I had waited for the moment our feelings for one another were clear. Every single time I ran the scenario through my mind, I never once considered how perfect we were for each other and that it was as simple as me liking him and he reciprocating those same feelings. That, for me, is the best discovery I have ever made. It was neither the perfect time or place and we honestly were not dressed for some special occasion but it was me and it was him and that was perfection for me. When I was in his arms, his arms fit perfectly around me. I did not know how I had never noticed that we were made for one another. That simple fact made me realise I could never be with anyone else nor would I want to.