Minerva POV
The four of us had lunch with pasta, salad and the leftover lava cakes that Marty and I had last night.

Once finished, we moved to our rooms to sleep and /or have some free time.

I am laying in bed watching a Netflix series on my computer, while Martijn is sitting next to me on his phone. He's talking about production and schedules, so I assume he's talking with the other guys of team Garrix.

He told me that he would have enjoyed to show me the recording studios, and I couldn't be more happy and honored to be able to take a look at his workplace.

After a good 20 minutes phone call, he's saying goodbye to the other side of the phone and then he hangs up.

"Sorry, it took me a long time"

"Oh, don't worry about it" I say pausing the episode and looking at him.

He lifts up his hoodie and t-shirt a little bit on his right hip to put his phone in his jeans' front pocket, struggling because of the skin tight model.... And my laundry disaster.

"Ughh... They have gotten tighter on my legs too" he says sitting on my bed with his back laying on the headboard.

"That's my fault.... Again, I'm sorry"

"Shhhh, I don't care. But I would be happy if you could please me with some cuddling" he says laying on the bed with his head on my legs.

Laughing, I leave the computer on the floor and cuddle up with this boy a bit. We are spooning and intertwining our legs, but I'm the one who is facing the other's back.

Martijn is receiving all of the cuddles, since I'm scratching his scalp with one hand and massaging his own hand with the other.

"Mhhhh thank you Bae..." he says with a soft groan.

He's tired, poor baby.

"Shhhh, relax...." I tell him embracing his waist while he puts his hood on, as he would like to hide from the sun.

His eyes are closed, but he isn't sleeping: his breath is still heavy. I can feel his chest going up and down at a fast pace.
Is he bothered by some kind of things? Maybe schedules? Stress?

"Are you ok Martijn? You look anxious"

"Oh, don't worry, I am thinking about ADE but I will calm down in a bit"

I tighten this hug and kiss my boy's cheek, earning a smile as my hand slides down towards his legs. I was planning to tuck my hand into his jeans pocket, but since his phone takes all of the space, I will use his hoodie's instead.
Feeling his cute little tummy through the hoodie, I tuck my index finger right in his navel, tickling it as Martijn almost jumps out of bed because of his low tolerance towards it.

After a few minutes of us laughing, we get back to normal and I get back to cuddle up with him.

While my left hand is in his fluffy hair, the right one is massaging his small stomach through his hoodie. He's almost in a coma.... Awww.

"Are you more relaxed now?"

"Yes..... Power nap?" he asks turning towards me with closed eyelids. He loves to sleep.

"I couldn't agree more..."

"May I get comfortable?"

"You may Mr. Gerard"

"Thank you..." He says loosening the belt he is wearing and buckling it up again in a larger hole.

Ah, that's what he meant. I thought he was going to cuddle up with me... Uff.

He is going to be uncomfortable anyway with that belt on...

"You could just have left it open... " I tell him opening the belt completely and letting both sides hang down from his jeans' belt loops.

He giggles and looks into my eyes.

"I knew that you were going to do that for me, so why should I worry about it? "

Since he said it like that, I grab onto the leather strap and tuck it into the buckle.

"Oh.... No no no.... Please" he begs when I buckle it in an even tighter hole, watching his eyes ball out.

"Bitch!" he tells me loosening his belt for the last time.

"How did you call me???"

"Lovely Bitch" he answers giving me a kiss on my forehead.

I remove his belt, pulling it out of his belt loops, and leaving it on the bed.

"Isn't it better?" I tell him slapping his tummy.

"Yes, but if you can forgive me ..."

He moves his hands to the front of his jeans and unbuttons them.
"Now it's perfect" He says while pulling down the zipper too and pretending to be pregnant.
Oh, come on...
He's just so funny. End of quote.

"Someone likes food here...." I joke with Martijn patting his middle.

"I know.... I'm not a mod... "
I cut off his sentence placing my index finger on his lips.

"You just ate. Nothing more"

"I thought it was just my pants that shrunk in the dryer" he answers turning around to face me.

"Well..... Yes, that's mainly my fault actually" I admit looking at his opened pants. He must have been really uncomfortable, I'm so sorry...

Pulling me to his chest, he says "yes it is...." and engulfs me in an hug.

His hands are hot and welcoming; it's amazing to feel them on my back.

"Ok, now.... Nap!"

I wrap my arms around Marty's neck and, intertwining our legs, we make ourselves comfortable in each other's arms, heated by our hoodies.
My God, this is every girl's dream <3.
Good night guys....

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Christina POV

It's almost 3.45 PM when me and Chris wake up.

I get up from the bed and walk out my room to go to the bathroom. I immediately notice that Minerva's door is partially open.

Mhh.... Strange.

I take a peek inside her room, to see her and Martijn sleeping in each other's arms.

God, they are so cute. These guys are made to be together. Come on Martijn, ask her out.... Do what you want but grab her by her heart and make sure she never leaves.

Hah...

If you told me three months ago that Mr. Martin Garrix was going to sleep with my best friend, trust me I wouldn't have believed you.

But here he is, completely lost into someone that deserves him, from head to toe. And I'm sure he knows.

They deserve each other.