Minerva POV

"Thank you Chris for the ride, I will text you when we are over" I thank my blonde friend as me and Martijn get down of the car.

"Sure, no problem. Me and Christy are going to the mall, so.... We are around" he answers.
We both wave at him as he drives away, and head to Martijn's flat.

[...]

"Make yourself comfortable, as always" he tells me as he unlocks the door and enters, opening the window curtains and letting the sun light up his crystals.

They are beautiful; nature is beautiful.

I decide to remove my shoes as I see Martijn doing the same. After all, I need to try on pants.

"Hey, come with me" Martijn says turning to the stairs.

Smiling i run after him to his bedroom, where he makes me sit on his bed, in front of his wardrobe.

"I'm sure these will fit you. Or at least I hope you like them" he says taking from a drawer a few pairs of jeans that appear to be too small for him.

"Well, I need to try them on...."

"Sure, do you want me to get out, or... ?"

"Come on Marty, you have seen me without pants before...."

Excited to see if I can get into Martijn's jeans, I take off my pants and he throws me a pair of dark blue jeans.

I put them on, immediately feeling that these are men's pants. They feel tight under my butt cheeks.

"Oh my goodness, you were so thin. And these are so uncomfortable"

"I knew that maybe these were a no. Nevermind, next pair!"

He throws me a pair of black jeans, really similar to the ones he's wearing.

"Are these of the same brand of the ones that you are wearing?"

He looks down to his legs and nods, while I take off the previous ones.

Left leg, right leg, pull up. And they fit ridiculously well.

"Oh girl. These are all yours" he tells me when I let him take a look.

These fit me as nice boyfriend jeans, but with REAL POCKETS. Girls.... Real pockets.

"Do you really want to let me take these?"

"Sure"

"Thank you. Really. This is a lot of money saved"

"That's why I want you to take them. Come on, one last pair" he says throwing me one last pair of jeans.
To be honest, these don't look like they are a man's model.

Martijn begins to laugh and tells me "No, these weren't mine. Charelle bought them online and they came too big for her. If they fit, they are all yours...."

"Are you sure???" I ask him before trying them on.

He nods, so I take off my new favorite jeans to try these on.

Which size is this?
36.

We'll see, I usually wear a 38.
Again, left leg, right leg, big booty problem.
I feel an hand on my butt, followed by another on my waist and a kiss on the scalp. He's so sweet.

"Here, let me help you...." he says pulling onto the pants' waistband until they slide over my butt.

His hands tug a little more on the belt loops and glide to the front, into the pockets. Wait. These are real.
"May i give you the same service you always give me?" he asks while removing his hands from the front pockets and moving down to the fly.
"Yes, you may..."

He closes my pants and makes his hands slide down to my hips.
"How do they feel?" he asks me

"They are a little tight on the waist. And on my thighs"

"I noticed, but your butt looks good"

Martijn.... Martijn..... Martijn. He doesn't miss a chance to stare.

"I'm going to keep them on and see if they are loosening" I tell him, earning a smile.

"So, today you earned two pairs of designer pants. Isn't that nice?"

"I'm going to thank Charelle for these later"

"Sure. She will be happy to talk with you. But please.... Don't tell her anything about us" he asks me almost begging.

How can I blame him...

"That's pretty obvious"

He smiles at me and takes my hand in his' as we walk downstairs, him carrying my pants over the shoulder.

"Now, I feel so stupid for forgetting about this, but I need to show you something" he tells me leaving my pants on the sofa to put on shoes.

I guess I have to put them on too.....

"I'll carry these ones too" he says with a low voice tone while grabbing my pants and something on the desk at the entrance. Oh, it's just his wallet.

I suppose that we are leaving.

"So, we have to go down to the garage. I have a few boxes in there"

"Oh, ok. Do I need to text Chris in the meantime?"

"Uhm, not yet. I don't know how much it will take to find what I'm looking for"

I nod and we exit the apartment, carrying our belongings and taking the elevator to the ground floor.

After about 20 seconds the metal doors open and we get out, walking to a door on the back of the building. We enter the garage, which is actually made of single spaces, each one with an automatic sliding door.

We walk in front of which I assume is Martijn's and he takes out of his back pocket the garage door remote.

"Miné, I'm really sorry for not thinking about it...." he says opening the door, which starts to ride up the rail.

".... But I want you to use this from now on"

I seriously don't get what the fuck he's talking about, until he takes my arm and puts in my hand some car keys.

Excuse me, what the fuck?

There's a car in Martijn's garage.

No, wait.

No.