"Thiago?"
He watched you with concern as he packed.
It had been an amazing few months, but he had to go back to France.
Post-Season was over and he needed to get back to his team.
"Bebe?"
"Yeah?" You replied softly.
"Are you gonna miss me?"
"Of course Amor!"
"We'll make this work right?"
"Of course, Mi Amor? We'll call, text and skype each other every night and make time for each other Thiago I promise."
He moved over to sit beside you on the bed you laid upon.
His hand pressed to your bare thigh.
Thiago admired your long legs. He never felt this way towards someone before. He's never felt so happy to be so close to someone, over the time you spent together he had gotten to know physically but most importantly emotionally.
He leaned in and kissed your nose gently. "I don't want to leave you."
"I don't want you to leave me either."
You held back your tears. If he saw you cry, you would make him feel worse than he already did.
"Thiago?" You bit your lower lip.
He had just finished packing.
"Yes Amor?"
"I love you." You blurted out, you'd been holding back on these three words for a while.
"I love you too. I know it's only been a few months but I do too." He smiled and added: "Amor? Will you come with?"
"What?" You asked a bit taken back.
"Come with me. Stay with me."
"Is it too soon?"
"No, I want you. I want you with me all the time and If you don't want to come with me I'm staying. I have never ever felt this way towards anyone else but you."
You leaned in to kiss him. All you could think was: 'He's willing to give up his career for me.'
"I'll come with you." You murmured pressing your lips to his.
