Minerva POV

What the fuck is happening.... Oh my God guys, I...... I'm pretty confused.
But I don't feel uncomfortable. This is just weird.

At least I know that kissing Martijn won't be another stupid mistake.

And.... He's good. This is one of the best kisses I have ever had.
Especially when he gently bites my bottom lip, causing me to slide my hand in his hair.

Marty embraces my waist, pulling me even closer, if possible.
But of course, moments like this are meant to be ruined......
Shit my arm hurts.... I have to stop him.

"Martijn.... Marty.... My arm" I tell him in the middle of the kiss.

"Oh babe I'm sorry....."

We decide to end this kiss here, not to give me more pain.

We are breathing heavily, looking into each other's eyes and ending up with a nice laughter.

"This was totally insane...." he says with a smile.

"Do you have any regrets?"

"No. How about you?"

I scroll my head and fix his quite messy hair with my hand.

"You know what? I like you with some facial hair. Can't name it beard tho...."

"I like myself with a little facial hair too. But not too much" he states rubbing his chin.

"And I like your pants. They make you look taller"

"I'll take a note of this"

"I know you will...."

It looks like we are still pretty confused because of the kiss, since we are looking at each other but then lowering our sights.

Martijn is the first one to break this silence.

"So.... What do we do?"

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"I mean... Do you want to go out for lunch?"

I smile at him, saying "You are always hungry"

"We can wait a bit if you want"

I nod.

"I also need to get ready" I tell Martijn.

"No, you don't have to.... You are perfect"

Looking at my really old pieces of clothing, I begin to laugh at him, squeezing his cheeks.

But he isn't laughing.

Erm he was serious.

"You... were you serious?"

He nods.

"Oh. Well, ok. I'm staying like this then."

Martijn grabs my hand and kisses it slowly, placing it on his chest afterwards.

He's so cute and caring.....

"I can't believe that I'm leaving again in a few hours"

"I don't know what I will do without you, life is boring"

"Well, find yourself a real boyfriend. One who really loves you, please...."

"I don't think I need a boyfriend. I have you"

He laughs and kisses my scalp.

"Hahaha. Bae I can't do such things with you....."

"You are right...."

His eyes earn a playful sight as he brings me closer.

"At least..... Not yet....." he says grinning and making me lay on the sofa.

Martijn gets on top of me.

"I don't know, it depends .... What's You friend's size?"

I find myself laughing with him at my statement, but it quickly ends when Martijn leans in and kisses me again.

I can't stop laughing and he notices, trying to make me stop with gentle bites that make him laugh himself, but.....
It gets hotter a few moments later, the kiss deepening in a make out session.

He grabs both my thighs and opens them up to lean in the middle of them.
And I can feel everything that is going on with him....

That's..... Embarrassing.

I lean away from Martijn's lips, him smiling.

"Martijn..... You are basically putting it in....."

"Sorry...." he says getting up and sitting next to me.

"I might be thinking about it...." I tell him.

"About what?"

"That things with you, size is acceptable...." I tell him with a smirk.

Martijn laughs at my answer, but actually his sight softens and he grabs my hand in his.

"I don't know if I have enough courage to do it with you, you know...."

"Why?"

"One, I don't want to hurt your feelings; and two.... I know that you would chop my head off even without an arm"

"That's possible..... So, no sex with you Marty"

Laughing he gets up from the sofa and helps me to get up too. He probably wants to go out to eat.

"What are we having for lunch?" he asks me.

"I don't know actually "

"Let's go get some junk food...."

"Ohh yeah! Sounds good. Help me to put on my shoes!"

[...]

An hour later

We are sitting on the grass in a public park, our backs laying on a tree trunk and eating our lunch.

We stopped at McDonald's to get chicken nuggets and fries, along with cola, and also a fresh Starbucks' Frappuccino.

"Minerva..... Thank you for all of this" Martijn says breaking the silence.

"I know that you are living some 'normal' days, don't thank me"

"Well. I will anyway. So, thanks"

I was sipping on my Frappuccino, when suddenly a drop of that falls right on my clean t-shirt. Goddammit!

"Ufff..... Martijn, do you have a napkin?" I ask him.

He grabs a napkin that the McDonald's employee gave us and cleans my t-shirt for me, basically rubbing over my left boob.

"Are you checking if my boobs are made of silicone implants?"

"I don't need to touch them to see that these are 100% natural fat"

"Are you sure?"

He lightly squeezes my boobs, earning a "you will die!" from my loving mouth.

"Theory confirmed. These are real"

"I still don't know why I haven't killed you yet"

"It's because I am this sexy darling...." he tells me joking.

"You are right....." I tell him poking his nose.

"Hey, I thought you were going to shame me and my body"

"I wanted to but..... We both know that you love yourself"

"I wouldn't have answered you this 'you are right' a month ago. And that's thanks to you. Really, you opened a window in my life that makes me see the light in between of darkness. And I think I am looking pat.... "

His stream of consciousness is interrupted by his phone ringing.

"Oh God.... No. Sorry Miné, it's Watse....."

He picks up the call.

"Hey Watse......"

His smile suddenly fades.

"No, I can't..... No Watse, I can't leave her alone!

Oh.....

Oh god.

Goddammit, why do this things always have to occur in the worst days?
I'll call you again.

... Bye...."

He closes the call.

"What happened?" I ask him.

"I have to leave in an hour....." he says disappointed.
".... I can't leave you alone!"

"Oh come on, don't worry about me. You already did too much for me. I won't die because of two hours alone!"

"But I would feel like shit!"

I get up and throw into a trash can our waste.

"I would feel like shit too to know that you missed your flight because of me. Come on, let's go"