Minerva POV

I hate me for admitting it.... But Peter was way hotter than Martijn when shirtless.
But I don't care. Really!

Martijn is my boyfriend without benefits, not some dumb man that used me only for sex.

Anyway.... Martijn is still handsome even without abs.... The complete opposite of Peter, in which if you take away his muscular body.... Meh.

"Martijn, can you please help me to sit down? I'm sorry for what I did"

He smiles at me, kissing my forehead and grabbing me on the waist and under the left thigh. He helps me to sit down, holding me steady and joining me to the floor, sitting behind me.

His arms embrace my waist and make me lay on his stomach.

I knew that he was kind of close to me, but.... He's literally letting his tears fall on my shoulder.

"Martijn.... Dear, are you crying?"

Sobbing, he holds me tighter and lays his head on mine.

"Whats up with you, my man?"

"All of this made me think about my girlfriend.... I miss her"

I grab his left hand in mine and intertwine our fingers.

"Why don't you guys try to make it work again? You have been together for two years...."

"It's her the problem..... She doesn't accept the fact that I love two girls... She apparently doesn't believe that boy-girl friendship exists"

"Why? Do you love two girls?"

His face gets red.

"Yes Minerva. I love my..... Ex-girlfriend as lovers do. But then.... I love you as 'I don't know what' does"

Sorry.... What?

Martijn? He.... 'Loves' me?

Oh my God.

Apparently we have been silent for a straight minute and he asks again

"I apparently left you speechless...." he says.

"Yeah you did. I am just demanding myself how many types of love exist"

He leaves my waist and begins to comb my wet hair with his fingers.

"I don't know either, but..... I know that washing your hair would be some kind of love, so..... Pass me your shampoo"

"Oh. No one washed my hair for me before.... Apart from my mom I guess. My shampoo is the one in the orange and pink bottle"

A few moments later I feel his hands rub my head and a soft foam forming.

He's making me fall asleep.

"Is it good?"

"I'm drifting off to sleep"

"Hahaha..... Ok we washed them enough. Rinse yourself under the water"

I move under the water flow and rinse my hair thoroughly.

Then Martijn applies on my hair the conditioner, and combs them without hurting me.
If this isn't some kind of love, I would like to know what this is.

"Ok sleeping beauty, time to dry ourselves up and go to bed"

"I agree"

We exit the shower and Martijn wraps my body in a large towel and uses a smaller one to dry my hair and then his torso.

It's half past midnight, but we have to use the hairdryer, hoping that nobody in the building will complain.

Thank God nobody did....

I'm now completely dry. I just have to put on my pajama, unlike Martijn who's still wet.

"Take off your jeans, put them in the washer"

"I have white boxers on!"

"Pff. I don't care darling. I won't look at your friend"

"Are you sure?"

I nod.

I look at his hands while he is unbuttoning his pants, realizing that he has been dealing with uncomfortable jeans all night long.

"You promised me not to watch!"

"Oh come on! You can't see almost anything"

"Yeah, almost" he complains covering his wet boxers with his hands.

I lend him a towel, so he can wrap it around him and slide his boxers down his legs.
And so he does.

"Marty.... You have to remove my swimsuit"

"No..... Come on, I can't do that....."

"I can't either. So shut up and take off my bra"

Complaining about all of this, I don't even know why, he walks behind me and unties the bra straps, taking it off and throwing it into the washer, along with the other stuff.

"Here it comes the worst part..." Martijn says.

Lifting up the towel from behind, he places his hands on my hips, right over my panties.

"I can't believe I'm doing this to you" he tells me sliding his hands and my underwear down my legs.

This makes me shiver.... It gave me good feelings.

"You shivered... Are you OK? I don't want to do anything with you, Bae"

"Yes I'm ok, it's just the way you did it"

He grabs me with both arms on my waist and whispers in my right ear
"Is that a compliment or what?"

"Kind of...."

"You wouldn't believe what I can do in bed....." he tells me biting his bottom lip.

"Uhhh..... Tell me. What can you do?"

"Babe... I can.... For example.... Sleep for 12 hours straight"

"Geez, this is wild....."

"Do you want to try this wilderness with me?"

"Yes!"

Laughing he lifts me up and carries me to my room, where I laid on my bed some clean underwear and pajamas for the night.

"Do you have to put on these?" he asks me pointing at my clothes.

I nod and, without me even asking, he helps me to put on my underwear, always with the respect that every woman deserves.

I still have my chest covered with a towel, but I tell Martijn to dress up for the night first, unless he wants to catch a cold.

He puts on black boxers and an underwear cotton t-shirt. He's probably cold when in bed.

"I'm ready for some wild sleep positions, such as the dead potato..."

"Yeah, but now please close your eyes and turn around. I've to put on my t-shirt"

He does as I told him and I quickly put on my long t-shirt, which is also my pajama as well...

You have no idea of how much I love my view in front of me... Martijn's ass without pants is just... Aaaahhhh.

But now.... Time to get some sleep...