Martijn POV

Oh god.

Oh god....

I can't believe that we did it. We did it for real...

Sure, we had some problems in the beginning, but it happens sometimes. Besides of that, it was magical. Fucking magical.

I'm all sweaty, breathing heavily and Minerva is resting on my chest, out of breath too.

"Martijn.... My God...."

"What?"

"Everything is hurting down here...."

"Shit, still too hard?" I ask her grabbing her hand and intertwining fingers.

"No no. I loved every second of it"

I press the 'open' button on the curtains remote, to let some Amsterdam city lights enter the room with us.

It's almost 8 PM, and I'm pretty hungry right now. I'm sure that Minerva is too, because her rumbling stomach gives away her level of hunger easily.

"Pizza?" i ask my girl, who answers with a thumbs up.

"Then, you should go and take a shower while I redo the bed here"

"Thank you...."

She gets up from me with covers wrapped around her body and walks to the bathroom to shower.

Stretching my arms, I get up from the bed too and remove my protection, checking if it's all good.

Perfect!

I throw it away into my bathroom's bin and go take a shower too.

[...]

Once dried, I exit the bathroom and go straight to my room to change the covers. The gel caused some mess. Hehe...

I put on some white boxers and leave the wet towel on the floor next to the door. Since we just have to have dinner at home, I put on a random pair of black jeans and a t-shirt.

I'm leaving my pants open to let everything relax and fluids drain, so while pulling up my pants I walk in front of the guest's bathroom door.

There's no water running, so Minerva must be finished.

"Miné?"

I see the door opening in front of me, so I completely pull up my jeans and enter.

She's wrapped in a towel, but her wet hair is still laying on her shoulders.

"Hey girl.... What pizza do you want?"

"I want to try the mushrooms and truffles that you love"

"Ok then....I'll have one too"

I slide my fingers down her wet hair, that because of the water weight are perfectly straight.

"Do you want me to dry your hair?"

"Would you like to do that for real?" she asks happily.

She apparently hates to dry her long hair.

"Sure. How long does it take?"

"About half an hour.... That's why I asked 'really'"

"I'd love to do that. I'll order pizza and then I'll be here for you. How about you dress up now?"

She nods and follows me to my room, in where I just take my phone from the nightstand and then leave to let Miné dress up with some privacy.

Just because we had sex, doesn't mean that I can see her naked whenever I want.

While I walk down the corridor, I dial the number of the Fiko pizzeria. Best pizza around.

I press 'CALL' and wait for them to answer.

"Hello, I'd like to order two pizzas.... Two mushrooms and black truffle.... Hahaha yeah I'm Martijn!..... What time?.... 9 PM? Great...... Hahaha Ciao Adriano"

I love to greet Adriano, the owner of the pizzeria, in Italian. Him and his chefs are from Naples, and their pizza is hands down the best of Amsterdam.

Anyway, I put away my phone and walk back in my room. Minerva is dressed in some black high waisted jeans and a revealing bralette, and she's putting on high heels.

Uuuuugggghhhh... Hot. But is she going somewhere???

"You want to make me die or what?" I tell her, winking.

"Kinda...."

"You are making it.... Pizza will be here at 9. But.... Are you going somewhere? "

"Yes, in my potato's arms!"

"Great!" I say squeezing my lovely Miné in an hug.

I go back to the bathroom and grab the hairdryer and my round hairstyle brush, before walking back to my room.

Yeah I sometimes do my hair with a brush. Don't hate me for that.

"Can I straighten you hair?" I ask Minerva plugging the hair dryer to the electric current.

"Yes, I never wore the straight look with this darker hair color"

Minerva takes a seat on my armchair and I turn on the hairdryer, beginning to dry her hair.

I'm using the brush to dry them straight, trying not to hurt her. I could stay here to play with her hair forever, I love this.

"Martijn, they are coming out really nicely straightened. You are a great hairstylist"

"Thanksss! You look super hot" I tell my 'client' moving in front of her to better straighten her hair in the front.

"You are super hot too...." she says grabbing me by my hips.

"Uhhh, thank you...."

"And... I think your hips are a bit slimmer.... The v-line is very well defined" she says tracing the hem of my underwear with her fingers.

"It's just my wider legs, which I love"

"Wait.... Is this confidence? Real confidence?"

I take a look at her smile and nod, thinking that I can finally appreciate my person.

"So.... I met a very shy handsome boy, who turned himself into a confident hot man...?"

"Wait..... I'm not a model. But... I can do that. Unless they ask me to be shirtless"

"But you are always shirtless in front of me"

"You know why? That's because I know that you don't care that much about my appearance. Is that right?"

"Correct. My boy without abs is more handsome than that fake photoshopped bodies on magazines" she says patting on my abdomen.

"Do you think so?"

"Yup. The might be all ripped muscle and whatever.... But they don't have your baby face, your blue eyes and most importantly, their jeans aren't filled out by this amazing butt..." she says grabbing both my butt cheeks and squeezing with her whole hand.

"Awww, thanks princess"

"May I close your pants tho?" she asks me.

Looking down I realize that she's at the same height as my hips, and that could be unpleasant.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Yes, you can"

"That's distracting, you know...." she says grabbing both sides of the flap and doing up the buttons, one at a time.

Martijn, please, contain yourself....

"Look at my favorite model..... How cute is he??? I want a pic of you like this"

"Ok, geez you got me. You know what.... Let's make some pictures... "