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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 – PABLO GAVI

summary. you try to forget about your crush with a certain midfielder.

warnings. switch!gavi, reader likes someone else, kind of public s3x?, & ruining friendships.

a/n. making a series based on some of my fav bad gyal songs <3!! this one is based off santa maria.

the apartment was full of people you knew yet, you felt alone. parties that the boys invited you to always ended up like this. with you alone. every time you thought you’d crossed new boundaries with the guys you were proved wrong with the way they quickly abandoned you for their other friends. at first you didn’t mind you barely knew them anyways but it started to annoy you when you realized you had started to fancy one of them.

your feelings for ferran scared you. you weren’t even sure if you liked him or if you just thought you did because of all the guys he was the one who payed attention to you the most. maybe it was because your love language was affection and every time he placed his arm around you, you couldn’t help but blush. you kept your hopes up that he would one day read your mind and would feel the same way. instead he showed up one day with a girlfriend he had apparently been dating for over a year.

you felt stupid and you still did at the current moment watching them dance together at gavi’s birthday party. you felt like an idiot for thinking that ferran actually liked you. you realized you looked creepy just staring at them so you made your way to backyard.

every time you came to gavi’s house you were always blown away by the view the young midfielder woke up to. you always knew barcelona was a beautiful city but seeing all of it from gavi’s backyard always put it into perspective for you. you’re too entranced by your confusing feelings you don’t realize someone is making their way towards you. it’s not until you’re face to face with gavi that you wipe the tears you didn’t know had formed.

“whiskey?” he offered you the bottle in his head.

“do you even drink whiskey?” you scoffed before laughing at his antics.

“oh, absolutely not. but it was a gift and who am i to say no?” he explained. “are you okay?”

you look up at him and he’s already looking at you with a caring look. it’s probably the most you’ve interacted with him and you wonder why because he seems so sweet.

“yeah-yes. you?” you tried to pretend you were fine.

“well apart from the fact that i wish i was back home rather than here? yeah, i’m fine.” he sighs.

there’s a moment of silence between the two of you but it isn’t awkward. it’s quite comfortable as the two of you just stare at the view. or at least that’s what you think because you’re oblivious to the way he scans your face studying it.

“he’s an idiot you know?” he speaks up.

“who?” ferran. your brain already knows the answer.

“ferran. we may be friends but i don’t like the way he leads you on.” he answers.

“no, it’s my fault i’m an idiot for thinking that there might be something between us.” you groan.

“are you seriously blaming yourself right now?” he begins to raise his voice. “he’s treating you like property and you’re defending him.”

“i’m sorry, are you mad at me? we aren’t even close for you to be so upset about this.” you scoff at his words.

“so, i can’t look out for you because we’re not buddies? that’s so stupid.” he rolls his eyes.

he’s so dramatic.

“there’s a difference between looking out for me and being mean and right now you’re being mean.” you try your best to keep your voice down not wanting to alarm the partying inside.

“how am i being mean?” he scoffs.

“you’re yelling at me for no reason. you and i haven’t even talked alone the whole time we’ve known each other and somehow you think you know what’s best for me. why are you even here? it’s your birthday.” you yell at him.

the more you argue the more he guides you to the side of his apartment. you’re too focused on getting final say in this stupid argument you barely notice how much you’ve been walking away from him until your back hits the wall. you’re trapped between him and the wall. your breath hitches when you see the close proximity between the two of you.

“are you even listening to me?” he asks as he notices how you’ve disassociated to the conversation.

“why are you so concerned with me and ferran?” you ask him softly.

“i just-” he sighs. “you deserve better.”

“you think i don’t know that? every time i see them together it hurts and i know i should move on but i can’t.” you start crying. “i just wish i could forget him.”

the next couple of seconds are a blur but the kiss he gives you is tender and sweet. his brown eyes meet yours as he waits anxiously for your reaction. his shyness kicks in and he’s internally panicking for his actions. sure on the pitch he was some intense player that wasn’t afraid of tackling anyone but with you it was different. he had never been able to muster the confidence to speak to you but now with alcohol and anger in his system he didn’t care anymore.

“i can help you.” he whispers. “forget him.”

you look at him to see if he’s joking but he’s looking at you with such an intensity that only proves he’s not joking. you’re at a loss for words not knowing what to say or even knowing what just happened.

“that’d be mean though.” you let out softly. “i don’t want to use you.”

“i’m asking you though. i want you to use me.” he can feel his cheeks heating up.

once again you stare at him. you don’t know exactly what you’re trying to see in him maybe it’s reassurance or something else. meanwhile, gavi is praying that he didn’t just make a big fool of himself. you step closer to him analyzing his features, his brown eyes boring into yours. they were intoxicating and they were pulling you in.

you think it’s a bad idea but you kiss him anyways. the kiss is hesitant but his lips are tender and he kisses you with so much fervor. you break away from him for a split second before throwing all your morals out the window and leaning in again. this time he cups your jaw with his hands and the kiss is longer and wetter. it’s not long before you’re full on making out with your back against the side of his apartment.

his lips start trailing down your neck leaving wet kisses all over your collarbone. while your hands make their way into his hair tugging it whenever he started sucking on your sensitive skin. the music could be heard from down the street so you don’t even try to suppress your moans which gavi is thankful for. he hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re somehow screaming for him already. he won’t admit it but it definitely boosts his ego.

“gavi wait.” you plead.

“did i do something wrong? sorry, are you okay?” his eyes grow wide with worry.

“no, it’s not that.” you try to compose yourself. “will everything be back to normal if we do this?”

“i-” he starts thinking. “i don’t know but we’ve already crossed boundaries.”

he’s right. friends don’t make out with each other. you shouldn’t even be out here with him. but the feeling of his lips on yours are stronger than your morals. so, you kiss him again.

“gavi?” you ask him.

“yeah?” he pants the make out proving to be a good exercise.

“fuck me.”

“yeah, sure i can do that.” he nods.

he was so cute. how unfortunate that you fell for ferran and not him.

you made it clear that you weren’t interested in foreplay but rather just a quick fuck that would distract. you mumbled a quick maybe next time to the midfielder when he insisted on making you feel good before getting straight into it. as soon as he gets the memo he lifts the bottom of your dress all the way up to your waist. as soon as he sees your panties he can feel his sweatpants getting tighter against him.

“fuck i don’t have a condom.” he groans.

“it’s okay i’m on the pill.” you assure him.

“oh-okay.” he can feel his heart racing.

although you didn’t let him pleasure you, you dip your hand into his pants. you can feel him shiver as you grab his length and begin pumping it. you pause momentarily and take your hand out again to spit on it. gavi on the other hand is close to cumming from the sight alone but he stops himself. if he’s gonna cum it’s going to be inside of you.

“fucking hell you’re good at that.” he groans as you move your hand up and down his shaft.

you pull him into another sloppy kiss and simultaneously lead his length towards your clothed core. you begin rubbing it up and down your core teasing yourself. soon, it’s gavi who grows impatient and quickly moves your panties to the side. the two of you make eye contact before he slides in. your nails dig down his arms as he thrust inside of you filling you to the hilt. he feels so good inside of you.

the pleasure is so much for him he begins releasing profanities all at once you barely understand him.

“is this okay?” he asks as he wraps your leg around his waist so he can hit you even deeper.

“fuck, yeah. you can move now.” you struggle to say.

he starts off slow pulling all the way out before filling you up again. as you close your eyes due to the pleasure he can only admire you. you always look pretty but you somehow have reached a new level of beauty under the moonlight with his dick inside of you. he’s never had such dirty thoughts before. he’s also lucky that he’s wearing a hoodie because your nails are digging so hard into his arms.

as he fastens the pace your hold on him gets stronger not wanting to let go. he sneaks one of his hands up your throat and cups your jaw.

“you look so pretty like this. all fucked up for me.” he rasps.

“just for you gavi.” you whine.

he can’t take it anymore so he turns you around and now your chest is against the wall. he begins thrusting into you even faster than before. you’re thankful he has his arm wrapped around your waist to balance you. his lips attack your neck desperately nipping at the skin wanting to mark you up. you don’t mind it at all or the way he begins to pull on your hair. quite frankly you thought he would be vanilla in bed. so, you’re blown away by his dominance.

“pablo, i’m close.” you whine.

“me too. come on cum for me.” he assures you.

you grow tighter around him before finally letting go. the feeling causing him to chase his own climax. you collapse against his chest and his heavy pants invade your ears. the two of you stay there against the wall trying to collect your breaths. he turns you around before kissing you. the kiss is sweet and long unlike the other ones.

“fuck, how are we going to go in like this?” he pants.

“we’ll just tell them we were laying down looking at the view or the truth which is that you fucked me.” you sigh.

he carefully takes you inside with his arm around your waist to provide you balance. and sure enough as if on cue the trio consisting of pedri, ferran, and eric approach you. when they ask about your appearance the two of you simply lie not owing them any explanation. pedri and eric buy the story not looking too much into it but not the valencian. he’s somehow the only one that notices the love bites on your neck and the way gavi’s hand creeps too close to your ass as the two of you walk away.

when he comes over the next day to ask about it you simply say that you don’t know what he’s talking about. you don’t understand why he’s so angry but quite frankly you don’t care because gavi is currently hiding in your bathroom.

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pedrifsx · 2 years ago

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feliz cumpleaños - pablo. g

summary ; in which, a congratulations to another year of life on instagram.

warning ; social media au

drea’s notes ; a birthday special to the golden boy. way too cute.

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ynelizabethg happy happy birthday pablitooooooooooooo. see you soon!!!!!

pablogavi gracias coneja 😛

pablogvf who’s here in 2023

> user1 meeee

august 5th, 2020.

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ynelizabethg happy birthday mi amor, could not imagine life without you❤️

pablogavi mucho gracias, coneja❤️

pedri ayayay chica amante

> ynelizabethg alguien que nunca tendrías😋

> pablogavi Esa es mi chica😂

> pedri matón

august 5th, 2021.

ynelizabethg

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ynelizabethg happy birthday happy birthday, te quiero mucho🩷

pablogavi te quiero coneja💞

pedri shouldn't be drinking at this age

> ynelizabethg it was a mocktail genius

user they are sooo cute tgt

august 5th, 2022.

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ynelizabethg a trip to hawaii, an engagement and a two month old. the perfect way to sum up 18, huh? mia off the internet for a month or two and people think I'm cheating on you😂 nonetheless i love you the most. sososososo much, you're my favourite always and forever. feliz cumpleanõs papiiiiii❤️

pablogavi Mi chica favorita. Te quiero a ti y a Santiago mucho coneja🩷

pedri don't know how pablito kept santi a secret for eleven months. feliz cumpleanõs hermano❤️

> pablogavi Te amo de todos modos hermano

#pablo gavi #smut #football #pablo gavi x you #fc barcelona #football imagine #football fluff #pablo gavi fluff

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pedrifsx · 2 years ago

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NEVERMIND HEHEHEHEHHE

bro my tumblr is acting up and i’m pretty sure i got banned on wattpad😭😭

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pedrifsx · 2 years ago

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bro my tumblr is acting up and i’m pretty sure i got banned on wattpad😭😭

#rip richy-cntrl

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pedrifsx · 2 years ago

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papi??? yes

happier - pedri.

pedri hated twitter. everytime he opened the app, you were always trending. and it was always something he despised.

like being cute with your new boyfriend on a yacht in barbados.

he always turned his phone off, groaning and wondering what the hell happened between you two.

everything was perfect.

you were that sort of couple that everyone wanted to be, and everyone loved. there were absolutely no cracks in your relationship.

but a photo had gone viral of a girl giving her phone number to pedri, and he took it. stupidly, he texted the girl.

it wasn't supposed to be anything other than a thanks for the support. but she quickly turned the conversation sexual, and before he could even read the messages, you had already seen them on his lock screen.

you totally got the wrong end of the stick, and before he could explain, you had left the house in tears, not returning since.

friends had come back for your clothes, and whenever he asked about you, they told him you were just upset and needed time.

no body thought that this little argument would last. to be honest, they all expected you to run back to him. but you didn't.

now you were in a relationship with someone out of the public eye. even though you were famous yourself, everything was a little more private than you and pedri were.

everytime he saw something about the pair of you in the news, he wanted to be sick. pedri knew that should be him on that yacht, not your boyfriend.

it wasn't until a year after the breakup, when he finally saw you again.

alejandro had begged him to join him to the premiere of the new spider-man, and pedri agreed, deciding he needed to let loose and have a good time.

it was around this time that he thought he was finally over you. he wouldn't scowl as much at photos of you and your boyfriend, and you weren't on his mind much anymore.

but it felt like all of the walls he had built crashed down when he saw you on that red carpet, boyfriend trailing behind you with a wide grin on his face.

"shit, i didn't know she'd be here," alejandro cursed, pulling pedri away towards the bar. his heart was beating ten to the dozen at the thought of someone else touching you, pleasuring you.

the movie had ended, and everyone was making there way back home when pedri's driver pulled up. just as he was about to get in the car, he caught sound of arguing.

and one of the voices sounded very familiar.

"i'll get a cab home," he informed the driver, walking towards the sound of the voices. he ended up behind a cafe, spotting you and your boyfriend stood close.

it looked like a heated argument.

pedri always knew you hated arguments. they reminded you of childhood, and you never wanted to be reminded of that stuff.

"i get that, mateo. but you don't have to be so rude when you say it!"

"you know what, y/n? i understand why your parents treated you like shit."

that was when pedri decided to break it up. "hey, asshole. did your mother not teach you to not talk to women like that?"

mateo turned to look, and scoffed when he saw pedri stood with arms crossed. "oh, here he is. lover boy coming to the rescue."

you stayed silent, watching as pedri got up into mateo's face. "leave her alone, you freak." mateo looked between you two, shaking his head and muttering, "this isn't over, y/n."

when he was gone, you wanted to walk off and leave. you weren't sure if you even wanted to talk to pedri. but he had just saved you from humiliation, seeing as though paparazzi could come at any minute.

"does he always treat you like that?"

you shrugged, unsure of what to say. but it was pedri, someone who you had spent four years of you life with at one point.

"sometimes. he just gets angry, that's all. i start it."

pedri rolled his eyes. "you probably don't start it. he just says that to gaslight you into thinking so."

even though he was right, you sighed, "goodbye, pedri."

he followed after you, watching as you went a different way, probably to avoid the paparazzi and down towards where cabs waited.

"you know, i want you to be happy, y/n? but this, this isn't happy."

you stopped dead in your tracks, turning around and pointing an accusing finger at him. "you have no right to contradict my relationship! not after you were the cause of ours falling apart."

"i told you, i didn't even flirt with her. she flirted with me and you took the situation wrong."

"yeah, but the fact you even texted her was out of line. you know that night when she gave you your number? i was at our home, making dinner for you whilst you were busy texting another woman."

he felt awful. even though he didn't really do anything wrong, he still never should have even texted the number.

his hands found yours, pushing your finger down and back to your side. "please, y/n. i love you. i still do, so much. and i can tell what we had was a lot more real than what you have now."

you stared at the man you once loved. it was then you realised you never really did stop loving him. it was always pedri. it always will be.

and that night, when you ended up in his bed moaning his name, you reminded yourself to never leave him again.

especially not for a man who couldn't make you as happy as pedri did.

#did you guys see that ibiza post tho😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨🤭🤭🤭😫😫😫😫#going feral #pedri #pedri is papi

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pedrifsx · 2 years ago

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real

I feel like every girl on here secretly loves ruben dias. No matter what you type is: ruben dias is on that list

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pedrifsx · 2 years ago

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literally😭😭

Nobody warned me about ‘Never Have I Ever’ new season and omg am I 16 all over again???

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pedrifsx · 2 years ago

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Hellooo I don’t know how to write well so I’m sending this to you, it’s just something that has been on my mind and since you are my favourite writer I wanted to make this request.

So the reader is the sister of a footballer and they are all together on a villa or something, travelling with family, but the reader’s sister is dating the reader’s ex and take him with her to the trip and like the whole family knows so the brother (I was thinking maybe Bernardo) invites his teammate (Ruben Dias) to join them cause he knew the reader and him would get along well and it’s all like flirty between them and maybe even smutty and leaving the sister and ex jealous

Thank you and sorry for the long ass request 🤍

This, this is the request!!! 🙌

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Houseguest (Part 1)

Enjoy!

"You're bringing who?"

You couldn't believe it. You traveled all the way from your university in Porto for the annual vacation with your family, only to find out that you sister was bringing her boyfriend who is also your ex.

"Come on Y/N. It's not like it would be wierd or anything, you guys broke up when you were what, fifteen?"

"Seventeen actually." You corrected and your sister was right, perhaps it wouldn't be that wierd for her to bring your ex, they had been together for over two years now, a long enough time for you to cope with the situation. Still, he was your first love and that's a feeling that's left It's marks.

"I thought this was a family vacation?" You said, folding your arms.

"It's is." Your mother budged in as she came downstairs, carrying a suitcase.

"Then how come Anita gets to bring her boyfriend, ergo, not a family member."

Your sister rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to her mom, she's just jealous."

"Who's jealous?" Bernardo your older brother said, he came downstairs carrying his suitcase along with you dad's suitcase. Your dad followed behind him, his bad hip forcing him to lean against the railings.

"Y/N" Your sister said. "I'm bringing Tomàs with me to Portimão this weekend which she thinks is wierd."

"Well she's right, that is wierd."

"Told you!" You said, sticking your tounge out at Anita.

Bernardo chuckled.

You were glad that somone seemed to have your back in this.

"Now, now children let's not argue." Your dad said, the pacemaker in the family. "There is room for everybody at the villa, ex boyfriends or not."

"Exactly." Anita said and carried on to take her luggage out to the car.

"I can't believe I turned down the invitation to go to Cancun with my friends for this." You muttered.

"There there." Your mother patted your back and led you out the house. "You'll see, it will be just like old times."

It wasn't.

During old times the drive from Lisbon to Portimão were a bliss for you and your family. You children would sit in the back whilst your parents took turns driving. Usually you'd be the one to sit in the middle, although you hated it. You sucked at rock papper scissors, but only because Anita and Bernardo had tricked you for years, convincing you to always open a game with papper. Unfortunately for you everything beats papper.

"We're here!"

No, the drive to the villa this year had been far from enjoyable. Firstly your family had to split into two cars because of all the luggage. You and Anita in one car whilst Bernardo drove your parents in the other. It was all going smooth, but eventually you had to stop and pick up Tomàs which resulted in the awkwardest two hours in your life.

Arriving at the villa though, he had actually pulled you aside to exchanged a few words.

"I know you're not happy with me coming along this weekend."

"What, no. Who told you that?"

He smiled. "You always were a terrible liar Y/N."

"I pretended to enjoy your cooking didn't I?" You said, knowing Tomas had been a terrible cook, but which seventeen year old boy wasn't?

"I just hope we can get along this weekend." He said. "I'll keep my distance if it helps."

There was no need for that though, apparently it was you who was forced to keep distance from everyone in the house.

"Why do I have to sleep in the poolhouse?" You asked as everyone settled down for dinner in the lovely villa your family has inherited through generations. It was located just off the cost. A ten minute walk from the beach, a paradise in itself.

"Because..." Your mother said, passing you the salad bowl "....your brothers friend is taking your room."

"Friend? What friend?" You frowned, shifting to Bernardo. He made you wait for him to chew his food, annoyingly slow, you might add.

"Yeah, my friend from Benfica is coming. Ruben. He'll be here tomorrow."

"Well that's not fair. How come no one told me to bring someone to this, not so family vacation."

"Of course you can bring a friend meu amor." Your mother patted your thigh under the table. "Why won't you asks the neighbors kids to come over tomorrow, play by the pool like you used to."

"Because I'm 23 years old mom, not six. Besides, I hate the Da Silva twins. They used to tell me that I had split ends."

A soft laughter spread around the table.

"You kind of do though." Anita said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"That's it."

You rose from your chair.

"Thank you for a lovely dinner, but I think I'm going to bed now."

"Oh come on, don't go." Your family teased you for your foul mood

"Ha ha, very funny." You sighed.

"Sleep tight sourface."

You withdrew from the rest of your family and hid out in the poolhouse, your accommodation for these few days. A part of you mourned that the magic of the villa had died out with time. Growing up simply changed things. If you were still twelve years old you wouldn't be in bed right now scrolling through Instagram on your phone. You'd be going for a midnight swim in the pool, pretending to be a mermaid. Or you and Bernardo would be camping out in the living room, planning which prank to pull on Anita. Those days were gone though. Good times always came to an end, luckily the construction of the villa stayed forever. Perhaps your future kids would enjoy it as much as you did as a child. Yes. That would be the dream.

Speaking of dreams, you woke up from yours after hearing something make a splash in the pool.

"No, no, no."

You rushed to put on a robe. The Da Silvas had a dog, a half blind dog that could still jump fences. It was Welsh Corgi, a fat Welsh Corgi that would drop like a stone whenever it tried to go for a swim.

"Whatta, who are you?"

It wasn't the Da Silvas dog however. It was a man making a splash in the pool, a very tall man with shoulders you could climb on.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Bernardo said you slept like a hybernating bear."

"Pardon?"

He was handsome too. Once he went to remove his swim goggles the light from the water shimmered in his marron eyes.

"I'm sorry." He smiled. "I think you're brother must have wanted me to disturb you from your sleep."

"Sounds like my brother alright."

The man swam to the edge of the pool near you and raised himself out of the water with ease. Once he stood, the height difference between you two became very clear.

"I'm Ruben." He said, stretching out a hand for you to shake, towering over you like a tree.

"I'm...I'm..."

"Y/N?" He said, saving you from embarrassing yourself yet again. The draft you felt underneath your thin nightrobe was embarrassing enough.

"Your brother have told me about you."

"Of course he has." You sighed.

"Yeah, he told me if I could make the trip here earlier than tomorrow, your family's trip to the city would be more fun for you if yku had a friend."

"Um...come again?"

You couldn't believe what was coming out of this guys handsome mouth. Had Bernardo really set you up with his friend like this. Did he pity you this much?

"Isn't that what you said, that you wish to bring a friend?"

"Right." You nodded. Ruben seemed to notice the skepticism in your voice.

"But I am not your friend of course, I am your brothers."

"You said it, not I." You were glad that he was smart enough to understand the awkward in this.

"It's just that Bernardo has spoken to me about this girl that he would like to pursue."

"Girl? What girl?" You said, suprised by the devious look in Ruben's eyes.

"I dunno." He shrugged. "Some girl he has kept in contact with for a long time. "

" A girl that lives here, in Portimão?" You gasped. Of course Bernardo wanted to keep you distracted from disturbing him this weekend, he wanted to keep the whole family distracted whilst he go on and chat up his crush.

"How come I am the last one to know everything?" You said, folding your arms.

Ruben chuckled. His laughter was like a ray of light in the dark night.

"Well perhaps we could follow him tomorrow, get a glimpse of this mystery girl of his?" Ruben said, the water dabbed on his skin made it appear as if all of him shimmered with the light from the pool.

"I would like that." You said, surprisingly pleased with his first impression.

"I must let you go back to sleep." He said, throwing a glance over your shoulder towards the poolhouse. "Again, I'm sorry for waking you up."

"You didn't." You said, but only to be polite.

"But I did." Ruben smiled. Tomas was right, you were a terrible liar.

"Perhaps we could use tomorrow to get him back." He winked.

"I like the way you think Ruben." You said, a foolish smile on your face.

"Tomorrow it is then."

"Tomorrow." You nodded, slowly backing away towardds the poolhouse. You'd return to bed thinking perhaps you were sleeping walking or something. Forsure it was all a dream. Ruben wouldn't really be here in the morning, would he? It was just too good to be true. He was just too good to be true, wasn't he?

There was only one way to find out....

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