Martijn POV

I am a terrible cook but I managed not to kill Miné with breakfast. Great!

Now we are sitting on the sofa, still watching some episodes of Tom & Jerry.

We might be in our early twenties, but cartoons are always funny.

Speaking of age.... I'm fucking dumb. When's Minerva's birthday???

Holy shit.

I'm never going to ask her, I better be asking Christina instead. It will be easier for me to surprise her.

Nevermind, let's go back to watch TV.

"Martijn....?" she calls my name.

"Tell me..."

"How does it feel to be famous?"

Strange question...

"To be honest, I don't know. I'm not even that famous. But I guess you feel... Observed"

She nods, smiling.

"I wouldn't last a week being famous. Paparazzi would surprise me cooking naked through the kitchen window probably in.... three days?! I think"

"You? Do you cook naked? "

"No, but sometimes I'm in the shower and that fucking timer you use to take time of pasta's cooking rings. Sooo.... I have to sprint out of the shower to save my lunch. It happened a few times already"

"Hey... You basically told me to sit outside the building and wait for you naked sprinting out of the shower...."

"You don't have time to do it"

"I may be able to get some for this pleasure" I tell her, obviously joking.

Or maybe not...... *grins*.

She lightly slaps my cheek, only to kiss it after.

"You wouldn't last five seconds seeing me naked"

"Five? FIVE SECONDS? I wouldn't last one before giving myself an hand...."

She makes me shut up covering my mouth with her right hand.

"Too much info...."

"Come on... Don't tell me that you are shy with this..." I say removing her hand from my face and placing it back on her lap.

"No, but you are using too much imagination"

"Miné..... You can tell me, you know"

"Martijn. You are such a perv....." she says.

"I know, but I think you like it when we get to the dirty thoughts part"

"Pff. Thoughts don't count at this game"

"Then let's skip to the practical part...." I say making her lay on the sofa, me on top of her.

"Noooo no no no. Martijn you are exaggerating now"

Laughing I get off of her and sit on the floor next to the sofa, to place a warm kiss on her forehead.

"I'll never have enough courage to do something you don't want me to do... Don't worry"

She is sighing, eyes closed.

"Why the fuck I accepted a relationship with that piece of shit...."

I place an hand on her belly, giving her a little massage.
"Are you still thinking about him?"

"No, I'm thinking about myself being stupid"

"Dear.... You have been fooled by a deep love you didn't even knew you had.... It happens"

She stays in that laying position for a while, keeping silence in the room. She's maybe thinking of something really deep, which makes her feel uncomfortable.

She asks me to get up and sit again on the sofa with her, which is exactly what I do.

"Martijn, sometimes I wonder why we are here together...."

"Because I accidentally slapped your butt"

She laughs.

"Yes, ok. We both know that. But..... Why did you come to the camping to see me again?"

"It's because you.... I don't know. I felt like I had to meet you again. I don't even know what happened in me. I just had an urge to see you"

Minerva brings her hand over mine.

"I wonder what you saw in me that time...."

"You were different. I.... I just wanted to know you better, that's it. But then something changed and... I felt some kind of attraction. And now.... Here we are"

"I still can't believe that Christina didn't kidnap you that time. She was probably overwhelmed by Chris's presence"

"Of course she was. He's waaaay sexier than me"

"Yes. He is" she says patting my shoulder.

Neither my best friend tells me that I'm cute. Duh...

"I thought you would have told me I'm sexier than him"

"Nope. He is way more than you. But...." she stops her sentence.

"But... what?"

"Your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen. Oh.... Along with your butt"

Laughing I place my right hand on her cheek, caressing it with my thumb.

"Your eyes are the worst, bleah.... Horribly beautiful"

She laughs, melting my heart. I just can't deal with someone like her.

"Do I have something else you don't like? " she says poking my nose.

"Yes.... I really don't like your lips.... Your cute, soft and plump lips...."

She reddens.

"I really don't like your lips too..."

"We have something in common then" I whisper... craving for those lips.

I want them with all my heart.

As she bites her bottom lip.... I really can't hold it anymore.

As I get closer to her, I feel her right hand on my chest, stopping me.

I look at her, worried.

"Please..." she says ".... I don't want this to be another mistake"

"Is this a mistake to you?"

"How about you?" she asks me.

"Minerva.... For fucks sake.... Tell me if I can kiss you... "

Laughing at me she brings my face towards hers and kisses me.

It's like a bomb hitting my stomach, but this is what I want. I want her to destroy me from the inside.

Since I'm pretty uncomfortable in this position, I lay next to her without breaking this kiss, paying attention to her vulnerable arm.

I feel her smiling as we share our tongues, and I still can't believe this is really happening.

Actually.... I'm smiling like an idiot too.

She breaks the kiss for a moment, but stays centimeters away from me.

"Would you mind to kiss me instead of laughing?"

"Sorry...." I say just before resuming from where we were.