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[Mon, 12/08/2019, 17:50, Leverkusen]
"You see that?" he said, nodding toward the skyline. "Every single one of those lights represents someone going about their life—working, dreaming, struggling, winning. It's like… no matter what happens to us, there's always something bigger out there. A bigger picture."
May's brows knit together as she tried to decipher where he was going with this. "You're not about to get all philosophical on me, are you?"
Rakim chuckled again, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm just saying… life's complicated. In my case I can get lost in my head whenever I am not on the pitch, so thanks for being patient with me Miss Parker," He turned to face her, his light green eyes locking onto hers. The weight of his gaze made her stomach flip in a way she wasn't entirely prepared for. "So maybe I overthink things," he admitted, his voice quieter now. "But I don't want to overthink us anymore."
May blinked, caught off guard by all this as it felt much more raw than she had expected. For once, she found herself at a loss for words, her usual playful comebacks temporarily out of reach. Rakim didn't let her catch her composure tho as he reached his free left hand out to her face, tilting his head downward instantly capturing her lips.
May's heart skipped a beat as Rakim's lips brushed against hers, the gentle pressure igniting warmth in her chest that she wasn't sure how to handle. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the soft rush of their breaths and the distant hum of the city. She had expected this, fantasised about this, but the real thing was happening right now and all her carefully laid out plans for their first kiss evaporated from her brain.
May's hands instinctively found his chest, her fingers pressing against the fabric of his jacket as if grounding herself in this moment. Rakim's lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate force, testing the waters before deepening the kiss. His thumb gently brushed her cheek, coaxing her to respond, to give in to the intensity.
Her breath caught in her throat as the kiss grew more urgent. Her heart raced in her chest, matching the rising tempo of their lips, which parted slightly as she let out a soft sigh. Rakim didn't hesitate—he took the opportunity, his tongue lightly grazing her bottom lip, teasing, asking for permission. May's body responded without thinking, her lips parting further to meet him, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers in a heady exchange.
His hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against one another. The touch of his lips became more insistent, more passionate, as if the moment couldn't possibly last long enough. May let out a soft moan, the sound barely audible over the distant hum of traffic below, but it sent a shiver through Rakim's spine. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the line of her lip before he coaxed hers into a slow, deliberate dance.
May's hands, which had been resting on his chest, slid up to his neck, pulling him closer, almost desperately. The tension in the air was intimate, electric, and all-consuming between the both of them as their world blurred. She could taste the faint trace of mint from his gum, but it was lost in the intensity of the kiss, a kiss that had escalated from tender to needy in mere moments.
Rakim's grip tightened on her waist as he tugged her body even closer, their chests pressing together in a heat that made her pulse quicken. The kiss deepened again, slow and teasing at first before they both lost themselves in the raw, aching need to feel each other. His lips moved with a hunger that mirrored her own, each touch an unspoken promise, each breath a plea for more.
[Havertz's Household, 18:12]
"How many of your teammates did he invite?" May asked as they pulled into the large driveway spotting a plethora of luxury cars. There were the occasional 2 seaters like your Lambos, Mcleran and so on but surprisingly most of them were more family-oriented cars like the Urus.
"I don't know, first day and all but he seems pretty friendly with most of the team so I wouldn't be surprised if a good chunk shows up," Rakim responded after settling on a parking spot just in between a red 911 and a blue Corvette.
"Ok, still feels a little weird going to these types of events without our parents," She responded as she did her finishing touches on her lipstick. She was forced to reply after their first kiss which quickly turned into a steamy make-out session leading to her carefully crafted hair being messed up.
She was forced to improvise and turn her hair into a bun which surprisingly gave her a more mature look. Using her makeup sponge to blend some of the light makeup that she felt was smudged she nodded to herself in a confidant smile. "You look perfect," Rakim said, his voice soft but sincere earning him a genuine smile from her before they both alighted from the car.
"Wooah," May said with an astonished look on her face as she just now fully appreciated the grand villa in front of them. "Y'know, sometimes I forget just how much money footballers make,"
"Why do you think so many of us go broke or get into so much trouble with the life of partying and drugs at some point." Rakim absentmindedly replied as his brain immediately brought up perfect examples of footballers wasting their careers while having fun. Adrian Mutu, Ronaldinho, The Brazilian prince of football himself Neymar Jr and many more were devoured by the fame that comes with the profession.
"Uhu, I see," May responded as she took hold of Rakim's hand squeezing it tightly causing him to turn his attention towards her. "Just because others are going out partying, and doing god knows what doesn't give you an excuse," she said firmly, her green eyes locking with his.
Rakim raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I know, May. I know," he said softly, his thumb brushing against her hand. Her gaze was intense, but he knew she wasn't really worried about him. She knew him well enough and didn't think he would waste all his hard work by drinking and doing drugs.
As they walked towards the entrance of the villa, the sounds of laughter and music filtered out through the open windows. The villa was quite large and with a lot of large floor-to-ceiling windows illuminated by chandeliers that were already turned on. Walking towards the entrance they spotted the well-groomed grass that seemed manicured to perfection.
Ringing the doorbell they didn't have to wait long before the beautiful figure of a brunette opened the large door with a bright smile. "Hey, welcome I'm Sophia, kai is already grilling otherwise he would greet you himself," She stated after realising who had arrived. Despite only dating Kai for about a year she already paid attention to significant changes in her man's career.
So, the joining of a young wunderkind to his team wasn't something she would miss especially since all he needed was that one breakout season. So, the better the team did the more likely he was to achieve his dream something that was slowly becoming hers adjacent. Thus, she didn't hesitate to pull both May and Rakim into a quick hug's as a greeting before motioning them to come in.
Sophia stepped aside to let them in, her warm smile inviting them into the lavish villa. The scent of grilled meat wafted through the air, travelling from the garden all through the villa as the sound of friendly chatter and laughter grew louder. "Come through to the garden, quite a few of your teammates are already here," she stated as she led them through the spacious living room, adorned with sleek furniture and contemporary art on the walls.
"I love your shoes btw, are they Kate Spades?" she asked directly locking arms with May as the two immediately started a full-blown conversation. Seeing the two chatting as if they were the best of friends Rakim could only follow along trying to make his presence as faint as Kuroko's just in case he'd receive a left-field question that would land him into trouble.