Martijn POV

It must already be late morning when I wake up. Opening my eyes I see that the bed is empty and the curtains have been closed to let me sleep. Anyway, I sit on the mattress and check the time on my phone, which I forgot to charge. It's 10 AM, time to get up!

I get out of bed, put in charge my phone and open up the curtains and window to smell the fresh perfume of rain.

Lovely.

I walk out of the room to go to the bathroom and notice the the living room glass door is closed. There's someone moving behind it, and I suppose it's Miné, of course. Wait, she put on some music. Nice!

I do my business in the bathroom and put on some random sweats that were on top of my bag.

I was just wondering if the guys are already home, but Chris' car isn't in the parking lot. I could see that from the bathroom.

I walk to the living room and open the door. Wow, music is way louder! This door is absorbing sounds amazingly.

Minerva is cleaning the floor with a wet mop and jamming at this unknown Rap song with hip hop vibes that she's playing.
She's kinda dancing and it's funny enough, but that's actually sexy because of her hips moves.

I'm definitely going to enjoy this view until she notices my presence. Uh wait, she's wearing my jeans.... Ok, that's turning me on....

The fact that they fit her better than me is kinda ridiculous tho.

It takes a few minutes for her to turn around and see me leaning on the doorframe. Her cheeks are red and she is probably thinking that she shouldn't have used the mop as a pole to dance on it.

But hey! I enjoyed.

"Martijn! How long have you been hereee?!" she asks embarrassed.

"Enough to see you pole dancing with a mop" I tell her laughing.

She seems to want to hide from me, but I grab her instead and get a good morning peck.

"So, can you give me some dancing lessons???"

"No, definitely not. But watch out if you want to have breakfast. The floor is still wet"

"I will just have a coffee, don't worry" I tell her, to avoid to basically steal from her fridge anything I want.

"There's a croissant in the oven, it's waiting for you"

Aww, she always spoils me....
"You shouldn't have.... Thank you"

I make myself a coffee and take out my hot breakfast from the oven. I take a seat at the kitchen isle counter and have breakfast while looking at Miné vibing at the songs she's listening.

"Done!" she says happily once finished. She puts the dirty mop into its bucket and takes it away, probably to the bathroom.

While she's away, I decide to check my phone and take a look at Instagram.
I was scrolling down a series of naked girls with their butts out when someone's hands lay on my shoulders.

"Oooohhhh! Martijn is watching some Insta butts!" Miné says embracing my waist.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Why should I? You know..... I find this thing of 'taken guys can't like girls pics' kinda silly. Come on, that's just a picture. Men think about butts and tits all the time anyway!"

I.... I'm shook.

"I agree with the last sentence" I tell her grinning, earning a little cheek slap.

"There was no doubt about that. Plus, I'm not even your girlfriend, so... "

"At this point Minerva.... It's like you are. So I will be faithful and respectful and everything else"

"I will too. I don't like the word boyfriend /girlfriend, but I like you" she says tightening the hug and laying on my back, watching Instagram with me.

Yes, we are looking at girl's butts, commenting on whether the butt is real or not.

"This is fake.... Real..... Real. Silicone implants.... Real. Ewwww, I don't like this. Fake..."

"No wait, I think this is real" she says.

"Do you?"

She nods.

"Nevermind...... Fake.... Real.... Nice swimsuit..... Real....."

Then I come across a video of hers, which is from two days ago but.... I missed it!
She's posing in front of her mirror with Christina and doing stupid things that best friends do.
Wait, is she twerking!?

"Wooohhh! You can twerk.... And didn't tell me?"

"I won't do it in front of you"

I look at the screen and tell her "well, I am already looking at you"

She tries to take my phone away but I'm holding it tight. Thank God the beeping noise of the washing machine distracted her.

"Holy shit" she says staying still and looking at me.

"What?" I ask her.

She walks away and into the bathroom.
"Oh fuck!" I hear her voice from here.

Don't tell me that the washing machine broke and there's water everywhere!

I join her to the bathroom and thank God it's not what I expected.

"Martijn, I might have ruined your clothes" she says kneeling down in front of the opened door and taking out all the clothes.

Wait. They are dry!

"What happened?"

"The drying mode was still activated. Because this is a washer and dryer. I hope your t-shirt survived"

"Oh..... Was my white shirt in there too? "

"No, thank God. Martijn I'm so sorry"

She puts all the clothes in a plastic box and looks for my +x t-shirt. She takes it out from the pile and.... Nothing happened.

"Oh thank goodness! It must have been on a low setting" she says. She thought she really messed up everything.

"Even if you messed up, it wouldn't have been a problem. Everyone can make mistakes. If it was for me, I would go out with my t-shirts like crop tops"

"Hahaha"

She was starts approximately folding laundry, but when she comes across my clothes, she gives them to me to avoid my items going into Chris' belongings.

"Ok. May I have a shower since I'm here and I also have clothes?"

"Sure. I'll be in the living room doing our ironing. I'll take these too to make sure you will forgive me" she says taking a couple of t-shirts of mine with her.

"You are an angel"