Martijn POV

Miné was still doing her business when Charelle texts me.

'Baby, I found Peter here in the club. Trying to get him drunk to tell me all the truth'

What??? My girlfriend is crazy. Thank God her friend are with her and she has her back covered, just in case.

I text her back
"Please, be careful. I love you"

And leave my phone again onto the coffee table.

I can hear Minerva coming back from the bathroom, and a few moments later she leans again on the sofa with me.

I still haven't opened my beer, since I'd like to share it with her if she wants.

"Want some beer?" I ask her

"I can't. I've to drive back home"

"Hahaha no way. You are sleeping here with me tonight"

"Nooooooooo. I don't want to get in bed with you again"

"Come on...... I won't fart, I promise"

Her smile turns into laughter.

"That's not guaranteed. I'll stay only if I can sleep in the guests room"

Well. Not too bad to be a deal.
"Fine. OK"

"OK. Now, where's my beer?" she asks me waiting for her alcohol.

I get up from the couch and go to the fridge to take one more beer and bring it to Miné.

Sitting on the sofa, we open our bottles and start to drink. She was halfway through her bottle when she leaves her beer on the coffee table.

She gets up and pulls up her jeans, sucking in her tummy.

She sits right next to me, her legs hovering mine to lay on the couch and starts to drink again.

As she always does with me... I place my hand over her belly and start to massage it.

She looks at me smiling, then lowering her gaze to the belly to look at my hand.

Minerva POV.

Goddamn me....

Never wear high waisted jeans when you have to eat. Never.

I'm trying to keep my waist a little lower, but obviously Martijn noticed.

"Hey.... Do you want me to lend you my sweatpants?"

"Oh, don't worry..."

He laughs, kissing my cheek and shoulder. His left hand slides under my t-shirt and reaches my jeans waistband.

"Damn.... Girl these are just not wearable. Come on... "

"I don't want to bother you"

He laughs at me while his fingers dig into my waistband and make their way to the button, undoing it.

He goes down a little more and undoes the second last button on the fly.

Oh god..... It felt great. That's why he's always happy when I provide him with this service.

"Better?" he asks while massaging my tummy.

"Erm, yeah..."

He then gets up from the couch, walking to his room, probably to bring me his sweats.

A few minutes later he comes up to me with a pair of gray sweats in his hands, which he lets fall on my face, me glaring at him.

"Here, you ruined my makeup!"

"Hahahaha you aren't even wearing any...."

I can't avoid to laugh right now, since I have concealer, foundation, blush, highlighter, bronzer, eyebrow gel, eyeshadow, mascara, lip liner and a nude lipstick right in my face.

He looks at me like 'what? ' and asks

"Why are you laughing?"

"Martijn I have a full makeup on my face and you don't even notice it!"

"Hey I almost don't even know what makeup is.... Give me a break!"

I get up from the couch and take my pants off in front of Marty, since he already watched me undress several times. Then I put on his sweatpants, that aren't even too big for me.

"Now...... Can we fucking cuddle up a bit?" Martijn asks still holding his beer.

I spread my arms open and let him grab by my waist and run around carrying me like a baby.

"Hey... Martijn I'm too heavy for you"

"Well, you aren't... Don't worry"

We end up on the outside terrace, where the sun left completely the Amsterdam's sky, leaving the city lights shine like candles.

Martijn is still holding me up, his fingers intertwining under my butt. Not in an uncomfortable way tho.

He stopped walking in the center of the terrace, and here we are, him still holding me up staying still, looking at the landscape.

There's almost a minute of silence between us, literally doing nothing but appreciating Amsterdam canals glimmer under the street lights.

But then Martijn breaks this silence.

"Sometimes I wonder if all of this is just a dream" he says, his sight lost in the view in front of us.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid that one day I'll wake up in my bed and realize that I never lived anything of this"

I feel his arms weaker than before, understanding that he can't hold me up another minute, so I just slide down his arms and simply hug him, his arms keeping my body close to his.

"You should be happy about it, no regrets"

"I should. But I feel that I'm missing something"

So there's more. There's still one side of this man that maybe he doesn't even know he has.

"Something like.... What?"

"I don't know to be honest. But it felt so great spending some time with you and your friends at Tomorrowland"

"If I were you, I'd spend more time with your family, not with me. Just to have a non-superstar-dj life for once"

"I think you are right. I really need to recover, away from all this shit. Too bad I still have a lot of work to do for my show here in Amsterdam for ADE. But don't try to run away from me"

"I understand....by the way I'm still surprised that you got attached to a normal girl that easily"

"You aren't normal dear. You are mad af..."