"So you tricked me into cooking my own surprise dinner?" I laugh, Neymar sure knows his way with the ladies.

"Maybe a little, yes." He smiles.

I look up at Neymar, shaking my head. He is so strange.

Looking down at my attire I realize I'm a bit underdressed for this occasion. "Um, Neymar? Don't you think I'm a bit too casual?"

I mean, Neymar at least should've tricked me into a dress or something while he was at it.

He chuckles a bit, shaking his head. "No you're fine! Just sit down already I'm starving."

Neymar holds out his hand and I take it, sitting down. Regardless of what just happened this was nice of him, sort of an apology dinner I suppose.

Taking a bite of garlic bread Neymar pours wine into my cup. "Oh, no I can't drink after what happened last time." I still blush at the very memory.

"Don't worry one glass won't make you drunk! A bottle yes, but a glass no." He laughs, pouring his own glass. He was right, but I only took sips just in case.

The night outside was lovely, so after our meal we decide to stand out onto the balcony. We drink our wine and watch over the beautiful city lights of Brasil below.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Neymar breathes beside me, causing me to jump.

I nod, too nervous to respond I gaze into my glass. This was all so thoughtful, but that small part of me was still scared of what could be.

"You never told me much about yourself."

I look up at him, tucking a loose strand behind my ear. "You never asked."

Something glistened within his eyes and he scoots closer. "Fair enough, what were you doing before we contacted you?"

His hot breath was closer now but I have to fight it. "I just came back from university."

"University? What did you study for." Neymar props his elbows into the railing and looks up at me expectantly.

My pulse quickened at just the very site of him. This is beginning to be all too much, the moon, Neymar, the wine, Neymar. Too much perfection.

"Um, I studied for athletics. I really want to become an athletic trainer at some point in my life." I say, funny how that sounds coming from my mouth finally.

"Really? That's amazing, I bet you'll be great." I appreciate his compliments, but I know the chance is slim.

"Yeah, I can only hope." I never really like taking about myself, I often feel boring compared Neymar. Hell, his very name meant something so important it was on every magazine cover in the country.

"No questions about me?" He laughs, knowing I probably hear about his personal life more than anyone.

It must be hard letting millions of people into your everyday life. "One, I have one question." I know this is a touchy subject but the curiosity is killing me.

"Shoot."

"What happened between you and the mother of David?" 

I immediately sense the change of mood from Neymar, but he plays it off cool. "Uh, we just didn't feel the same connection as we did in the begining."

Nodding, I finish my cup. "Even with a child?" I know this isn't my business but there is far too much wine in my system to stop.

"Rory, just because I have a child with someone, doesn't mean I'm stuck. This isn't the 1800's you know. Carolina and I get along fine, even with everything that has happened we're both happy."

Running his strong hand through his hair I nod, not wanting to ruin the moment. Neymar catches me by surprise when he grabs my hand, pulling me closer.

"I know this is wrong, but I just want you to know I like you Rory. Maybe these feelings won't last or aren't real, but I like the way you are. You're simple, honest. And I'm not promising anything but I would like to try." He leans in,  kissing me slowly.

Was he offering us a chance?

I pull away to look at Neymar. "What are you saying exactly?" If he is serious about us, this won't be easy.

He rolls his eyes, chuckling a bit. "I'm saying to shut up and kiss me."

Oh yes, Neymar certainly knows his way with the ladies.