My Love Journey's
Officially Together

Last night, I fell asleep on Paul's chest after we repeatedly kissed and had a serious chat in his living room. Really, we didn't do anything other than kissing, I think we were both exhausted yesterday. Last night I tried hard to win it, and said he could still help his team and play in the World Cup after his injury healed, but I know Paul is still annoyed with that.

Then this morning, he had to go to a press conference arranged by the manager and coach of the German national team. "It doesn't look like it'll be long, maybe two hours. Will you wait for me here?" He asked as he straightened himself up on the dining table chair, holding a glass of coffee with one hand while the other hand sent a message to Alfred.

"I have a nurse class this afternoon, and I haven't opened a book since yesterday. Dr. Grey will kick me if I run into his class." I said, bringing a dirty plate to the sink, then turning on the water to wash it off.

"Leave it, in an hour there will be workers coming to clean it up." I looked over from my shoulder, seeing Paul walking towards the kitchen door.

His steps are still a bit limp, look careful agal not to press too much on his injured ankle. Even though she was able to endure the pain, she knew I was always ready to gush her if she didn't let her legs rest properly.

"really?" I was wondering, I'm not used to house assistants or anything like that.

I turned off the faucet and left the dirty dishes there, then turned around in her footsteps. "Study here." Paul faced me after putting the phone in his pants pocket.

She was wearing a black trouser suit and a white shirt, which gracefully wrapped her sexy body, showing her hard chest and arm muscles. While I, for not bringing a change of clothes last night, I was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt of hers. It feels comfortable despite the greatness in my body.

"I need a book..."

"Alfred will take you to get all the things you need, and then you come back and study here." he smiled.

Hm, sounds like I'm living a normal life. We were together last night and now we're going to spend the whole day, together again. I like that idea. "Okay. But you can't bother me. Can you control your passion?"

He grinned, taking a step forward. "I don't promise because it's hard to hold back when you're around, love."

I nodded while chuckling. "Hold you, Paul. Or you'll lose that spirit in a few years." I purposely teased him so that he would forget for a moment about the press conference.

"That's impossible. I'm the most powerful man on earth." he muttered, raising his shoulders, extending his hand to my hip. "You're so beautiful, I wish I could accompany you here."

I smiled enjoying the warmth radiating from the tank. Last night she told me she liked me, which I concluded as an expression of love, and now I realize that there is no chance for me to turn away from our relationship.

I struggled as hard as I could to control my excessive nature of thinking things through, and tried to focus all my attention on Paul and on the feelings I had for him. Our relationship might end badly enough to destroy us both, but he told me we should enjoy some good times, and I will.

"Alfred's waiting, up ahead, Bianka. I gotta..."

"Hey, calm down." I muttered softly, furrowing my brows as I saw his nervousness reappear.

Paul was sneering softly, taking a deep breath as I continued my words. "Everything's gonna be okay, you don't have to worry about anything. The injury you've been through isn't your fault and you don't have the ability to control it." My snoring tried to convince her.

"That's not what makes me anxious, love." she replied after a few seconds of silence.

"Oh, are you so what's making you anxious?"

"Do you want to bring more clothes and other items you need everyday here? I guess it'll be easy for us because my house isn't too far from your workplace."

I was silent digesting his words for a while while forcing myself to calm down. He didn't ask me to stay with him, did he? I don't think there's any harm in bringing a few change of clothes here, after all we can spend time together without worrying. I also didn't have to get up early and rush home every time we met at her house.

"Okay. Is that all you're worried about?" I asked, still curious. There's no way Paul's worried about that.

He shook his head while laughing softly. "No." He looked down for a moment before raising his head to look at me again. "I don't know if you think I'm urging you, I don't want to think I am. Hm. I want us to formalize our relationship. For both of us?"

And now, how could I not think too much about this? "You mean..."

"You and me. Together. As a couple lover. Yeah..." Paul grinned happily, a little calmer than before. I'm sure he knows how to fill my head right now, but I like the idea too. Eh?

"Who would know about this?"

"Okay." snatch me up before he finishes talking.

"Okay?"

"Yes, okay. We can try it."

Paul's smile widened, then advanced his face and kissed me at a glance. "Yes?"

"Yes. Now stop worrying about anything. It doesn't suit you." I muttered flirtatiously.

He laughed and drew me closer to him. The next thing I knew, I cupped her face and kissed her lips as if I had just met her after all these years of our separation, while in reality, we would only be apart for the next two hours.

"I'm sure the reporters will ask me about you" Paul said as we returned to the room to get ready. Alfred would drive me first and come back to pick me up after he drove Paul to his manager's office.

"No doubt about it."

Paul grabbed my arm, staring into my eyes. "Do you mind me saying that we've formalized our relationship again?"

His question slowly returned to make me doubtful and anxious. Maybe people will stop sending me messages that contain abuse if they find out about this, or maybe they hate me more. Ah, fuck someone else. I'm with Paul, that's the point.

"No."

***

I should be studying right now, but I can't help but watch the press conference that's going on right now, where Paul is sitting with some of the people who have played an important role in his football career, facing the reporters in front of them. The logo of the company that sponsors their team behind Paul, as well as the logo of this year's World Cup.

By the way, it's live streaming, and the whole world can see it. So, I guess as a good citizen I have to witness this. Especially because my boyfriend was there?

Uh, lover? I smiled amusedly inwardly, still distrusting Paul and I were really in touch officially, not to please others, but to ourselves.

I didn't really get it at first when the reporters asked me about football. Then I straightened up when I heard something that caught my attention.

"During the Germany vs Colombia game, you were pulled off the pitch because you were too aggressive in your play" I could hear the nervousness in the voice of the reporter who was asking Paul. I mean, I'd be shaking if Paul looked at me like that, like he wanted to pounce on the reporter. "Is this related to Bianka Becker, the girl you dated earlier? On Twitter people are speculating that your anger on the ground is related to the scandal that was created between Bianka and a doctor from the same hospital where he worked?"

Manager Paul seemed to whisper something to her while he listened before nodding once and returning his gaze forward. "I never bring personal matters into the field" he replied casually. I swear I'm snorting right now. I wish I had popcorn now because the show's getting interesting.

Everyone knows why he's being unprofessional was caused by my posts and Travis's bustling Twitter, but I'm grateful he didn't allow that.

"Bianka and I were together and she was very supportive of my career." he muttered again, then nodded once confirming that she had answered enough of the question.

The answer turned out to invite a higher curiosity among the reporters.

"We'll receive the last two questions" said a man sitting next to Paul, speaking through a microphone.

Paul circulated his gaze forward, playing a bottle of mineral water on the table while picking out a journalist who was lucky to get a chance to ask. "Red steel, third row."

I promise to open the book after this one question. There's still time for me to study before Dr. Grey this afternoon.

"Many say that Bianka Becker keeps you out of focus. What is your response to those who think your anger during the Germany vs Colombia game stems from the problems that have occurred between the two of you?"

Paul cleared his throat and sighed. "As I said before, I don't bring personal matters into the field. He never harassed my career and did not deserve the hatred of anyone for being in a relationship with me. We just wanted to start something more serious, so I hope you guys give us a little bit of space."

I smile. Calm down after listening to the answer about me, about our relationship. Just like that, I closed the laptop, grabbed the book and returned to reality. Learn, Bianka!