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I was definitely not a natural.

I hadn't a clue as to how I'd let us get into this situation; how I had let things escalate so far.

"Slowly, Scarlett," he told me carefully, eyes moving between the football at my feet and my eyes, "pass it to me. You're doing great."

A nervous breath left my lips, and I retreated my right foot. Theo was only a few steps away, but it would still be a miracle if I got the ball to him.

I squeezed my eyes shut after my foot made contact with the ball, too afraid to see what direction it had decided to roll. Before I had closed my eyes, I could have sworn it began moving to the side, and not at Theo.

"Open your eyes, love," he chuckled, and I did what he'd told me. I saw him standing there, with the ball at his feet.

"You passed it straight to me. You're a natural."

A part of me knew he had just gone to quickly get the ball from wherever it had rolled and brought it back to where I had been supposed to pass it. All to make me feel more comfortable playing football.

The only reason - after he had returned from the press conference and I was done with my studying - that I had been the one to even suggest football as an activity for us, was because I wanted him to be happy.

Even if he wouldn't show it, I knew he felt low considering he'd be missing the first week of games in Russia, where his team already was. I couldn't be sure if this was the best way to take his mind off it or make him feel better, but I was still willing to try.

"I knew this wouldn't be too hard," I smiled victoriously, "I mean, you score during every game..."

I was feeding his ego, hoping that he knew that a small sprain didn't change the fact that he was one of the top football players in the world.

"Football isn't just about scoring, birdie. Team work and communication are very important, too," he shook his head at me a bit, grinning lightly.

The bandage around his sprained ankle was still on, but I could already see improvement in the way he walked. I was still making sure he would continue applying ice onto it daily, as well as switching the bandage.

I was still wearing his sweatpants and hoodie, and he was still wearing the clothes he'd had during the press conference. All in all, I looked like a hobo while he was nothing short of undeniably sexy.

"I want to learn how to score, though," I shrugged, "I want to be just as good as you."

I had been expecting us to go out onto his backyard to kick a ball around, but instead he had brought me to the lowest level in his house, where he - I kid you not - had a full on country club going on.

Well, not literally. He did, though, have a full gym, a swimming pool, sauna... countless other facilities and activities I had no idea he would even have time for.

There was an opening where a small goal stood by the wall, where we were now.

"I'm going to pass the ball back to you now, alright?" He was making sure I was still following him.

I was focusing on the way he was effortlessly and casually moving the ball with his feet, staying in the same spot a few steps away from me.

I had my lower lip pulled between my teeth for concentration purposes. I nodded and prepared for the pass.

Slowly, he passed the football to me.

I was about to stumble, but managed to stop it. I found myself blushing, realising he could not have passed the ball slower and I still managed to almost die while trying to stop it by my feet.

"Not bad," his voice made me look up at him.

"The goal's right there, love," he then took a step to the side to nod over at the small indoor goal which was right in my line of vision in front of me.

"Okay, okay," I nodded, directing myself inside my head to aim right at it. I could almost feel the smugness radiating off him.

This really couldn't be too hard. The goal was so close, and— I completely missed.

"Oh," I breathed, watching as the ball pathetically rolled right past the goal.

"That was... close?" Theo went to get the ball, doing something incredible with his feet which caused the ball to fly up into his hands.

He made his way towards me, eyes intense

I let out a quiet laugh, "you know what? You were being a distraction, it's unfair."

"How was I being a distraction?" He wondered, "and here I thought you were supposed to be the distraction to me and my career..."

I just shook my head and brushed this subject away. Theo now stood in front of me, watching me in a way that made me feel as if I was wearing the most incredible evening gown instead of his sweatpants and his hoodie. I felt warm, bordering on hot by the minute.

"I doubt I have a future in football," I spoke, voice growing quieter since he was so close.

He gave me a small grin, "we'll work on it, don't worry."

"What time is it?" I asked after he'd tossed the ball into the corner of the room. I definitely knew where this was going now, and excitement began filling my body.

"You have an hour and a half until your classes. I'll drive you," he told me, closing up the space between us as his hand moved to my waist. I felt it moving underneath the material of his hoodie, until his warm hand was against my bare side

"Okay."

And then he was leaning in. His lips brushed against mine before he kissed me, his other hand rising to cup the back of my neck. Heat surged through my body, core clenching with a deep need for him.

I knew we could get a lot done with the time I had before classes. We hadn't had sex in a moment, mostly because of me and my over-thinking, and now that I was finally accepting him as he was, as well as his lifestyle, I had no need to hold back from him.

We were together, officially, and everyone knew.

"You spoke so kindly of me during the press conference," I murmured quietly against his lips, my hands moving up along his hard chest until I was able to cup his jaw.

"How else would I have spoken of you?" He seemed a little amused, hand on my bare waist moving slowly upwards, in the process bunching up the hoodie and exposing more of my skin.

"I don't know. But it was very sweet. Thank you," I gave him a gentle smile after pulling back from his intoxicating lips, enough for me to be able to lift his hoodie up and over my head, before letting it drop to the floor.

His brows raised a bit, maybe not having expected me to be this upfront.

"I want you to be happy, Scarlett," his dark eyes were intense, focused solely on mine even now that all I had covering my chest was a black laced bra.

"I know," I gave him a gentle smile, closing up the distance between us again. The only thing between our fronts were my fingers, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt from top to bottom.

"I don't want you to leave me."

"I won't."

"You can't promise that," his eyes were incredibly dark, studying mine intensely, "I don't want anyone on the outside affecting us. Their opinions don't matter, unless they're about how gorgeous you are."

A giggle left my lips, and I grinned up at him. He was smiling, so purely it made my heart skip a beat.

"It takes time to learn not to concentrate on the hate, but I'm working on it," I assured him, now having unbuttoned his shirt halfway down, exposing his hard chest. I let my fingers brush over it every chance I got.

"It means a lot to me," Theo began, voice low as if there were others in the room and he only wanted me to be hearing this, his hands now on my bare waist, "that you're working on us as well."

Theo was rarely very vocal with his feelings. Mostly they came out between the lines of flirts and teases. The more he opened up to me about them, the more I found myself falling for him too.

"We'll make this work," I leaned in to kiss his chest once I'd finished unbuttoning. I moved my hands underneath his shirt and to his shoulders, pushing the material off him. He helped me by shrugging it off, and soon it was on the floor with the hoodie I had been wearing.

"Can I ask you something?" I pulled back to find his gaze.

"Yes."

"You remember when I told you about my family, right?" I began, slightly nervous to even be asking this from him. I didn't want him to feel pressured or anything, since he seemed so intent on pleasing me.

"Of course."

"And you know I'm going to my father's this weekend, where my brother will be as well?" His hands moving along my sides calmed me tremendously. He nodded.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to come there with me? It's completely fine if you don't want to or can't, I understand," I assured Theo, "I just... I don't know. I feel like with you there with me, I'd feel so much more comfortable."

There was a moment with neither of us saying anything. I was beginning to feel like a fool for asking, not wanting to make him feel like I was cornering him.

"I fly to Russia on Sunday evening," he broke the silence.

"Oh, okay," I understood he needed time to prepare; I couldn't just ask him this when the World Cup was going on, "another time, then."

"No, no," he chuckled and shook his head, "of course, I'll come. I'm just saying I can't stay the whole weekend, I need to leave during the afternoon on Sunday."

I couldn't hide my smile, or how genuinely relieved I was that he'd agreed.

I kissed him, trying so to make him aware of all my feelings towards him.

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To my disappointment, things didn't lead further than just simple touching and kissing.

Theo's phone had rung a couple of times and after checking the caller ID, he excused himself to go answer in another room. He had grabbed his shirt with him, so I slipped his hoodie back on.

When he left, he seemed very occupied with his thoughts and a little confused. I stayed in the room with the goal, practising my aim by kicking the ball towards it a few times.

After around ten minutes, I heard a chuckle from behind me right after I'd kicked the ball and it had rolled past the goal.

I glanced back, my eyes landing on Theo leaning his side against the wall. He had his phone lifted up, until he grinned lightly to himself and brought it down.

"Did you just take a picture of me?" I asked, turning around with a small laugh.

He glanced up from the screen of his phone with a casual shrug, "a video."

"Why would you want a video of me failing terribly at football?" I wondered, taking slow steps towards him.

"That's rubbish, you're an absolute vision kicking that poor ball past the goal," he replied and I laughed gently, now arriving in front of him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, noting how he was typing away on his phone. I leaned in to see what he was up to, and realised he was writing a tweet, the short video of me attached to it.

"Can I post this?" His dark eyes found mine as he turned his phone screen towards me, enabling me to read it.

'We need to watch out @Cristiano , she's about to pass us on Fifa's player ratings...'

Underneath, the ten second long video of me kicking the ball, the ball rolling past the goal, and finally me glancing back at Theo.

"Onto Twitter?" I read it over another time before meeting his gaze. I was hesitating. People had only found out today that he and I were together, and I hadn't even had enough courage to open up social medias to see their reactions.

"Yes."

"I mean... okay, sure..." I let out a small breath. He knew exactly how uncertain I was, he could read me like an open book most times.

"There has been so many nice comments about you, and us, Scarlett," Theo spoke, a small smile tugging at the side of his lips while he watched my reaction carefully, "trust me."

"Okay," I nodded once, trusting him and his control fully.

"So, I can post it?" He asked again, inching closer.

"You can."

"Great," his smile widened. The next thing I knew, was him posting it and then leaning in to kiss my cheek.

"That '@Cristiano'... He isn't who I think he is, is he?" I had to ask, my mind running in wild places.

There was one footballer even I was very familiar with. The greatest player in the world.

"It's Ronaldo," Theo spoke casually, sliding his phone into the pocket of his suit trousers, "we've talked, I've maybe mentioned you..."

"Cristiano Ronaldo?" I was trying to keep calm even when my heart began racing, "you, uh— you know him?"

"Yes?" Theo chuckled, speaking as if it was obvious. He gave me an amused and a confused look.

"And he knows who I am?" I was completely taken aback, feeling rather starstruck, "you've told him about us?"

"Yes... I mean, everyone's seen what the media's saying about us, anyway. We're good friends, he's not going to spread what I've told him," he assured me. I was still gaping up at him for a totally different reason.

"Shit... don't tell me you fancy him?" Theo then raised his brows at me, realisation hitting him.

"He's been my celebrity crush since I was a teen..." I told him, laughing gently and shaking my head, "I had no idea you knew him."

"Of course, I know him. He's number one on Fifa's player ratings, and I'm second," Theo explained, "we used to play for the same team."

"Oh. Sorry, I'm fangirling very hard right now," I apologised.

He closed up the space between our fronts, his hands landing on my hips to keep me close, "how about you fangirl over your boyfriend?"

I grinned and looped my arms around his neck, "fine."

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