Although we were more than an arm's length apart I could feel his body's warmth and his soothing scent radiated towards me. Suddenly, he cut me off by attaching his lips to mine....

He leaned in closer towards me and we shared a soft and gentle kiss as he gently moved his fingers through my hair. The familiar feeling of his soft lips on mine felt.. almost euphoric. My body was ignited, and I could feel the heat rising on my face. I was most definitely red.

Just when I thought nothing could ruin this moment between us... I heard a buzzing noise come from Neymar's pocket. Neymar pulled away, and I was left in shock.

"I hope that is your phone" I blurted out without thinking. I had just blatantly said that, disregarding all prior moments. I quickly covered my mouth and felt the heat of my cheeks in my palms.

As I scanned his face, I could see his cheeks had turned a pinker shade. I could tell he was startled by the phone buzzing, as was I. We were both so caught up in the moment, at least it wasn't just me who felt this way. 

He quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, showing it was a phone, and giving me a playful smirk. He looked down at the Caller ID. I couldn't see who it was from my point of view, but I figured it could be his dad? or mum?... Bruna....

No, I don't think it could be.. but of course it could. I had no time to say anything after he told me they broke up, since he cut me off by kissing me. I wasn't complaining though.

Not even close.

But before I could question it and ask who it was,"I'll be back in a second", Neymar said, answering the call and lifting himself off the sand. He walked a little further towards the water just out of my earshot, but... his voice sounded a little nervous.

This was the second time tonight he had taken a phone call. I mean, can't really blame him, I would assume he's a very busy guy... but there was sense of urgency and distraction during this evening.

Like there was something that he wasn't saying.

Although, he didn't seem very distracted during our kiss. Which I was still in the motion of processing.

He broke up with Bruna... I can assume, a couple hours ago? And he is already kissing me... I am definitely missing something here.

~~.~~

When he returned after hanging up the phone, he seemed to have cooled down. Like whatever the problem was had resolved... or he was just a really good actor.

He sat back down on the sand, even closer to me, our knees touching. And if it were possible, I felt heat and sparks travel around my knee.

What the hell is this man doing to me.

"So.... Neymar, what was.. that?" I said.

"What....Oh, you mean my phone call?" He said playfully, laughing a little.

I pushed him lightly, "No... you know what I mean" I said shyly.

He looked like he was thinking for a second. So I took the opportunity to glance at his face. His perfect face.

"Oh... you mean this" He said, attaching his lips back to mine. I felt butterflies travel all around my body. But I broke away quickly. I want answers.

"Neymar, what are you doing?"

"I don't know..."

"But- you just broke up with Bruna" I said, noticing him sort of flinch at the sound of her name. So... I take it.. he does not want to talk about her.

Good thing that I don't either.

"Sorry" I continued, "its just- friends are not supposed to..."

"To..."

"To kiss. Friends are not supposed to kiss"

"Guess we can't be friends then..."

"Neymar!" I said pushing him once again. He put his hand on my cheek and gave me a small kiss.

"Hayley" He said more seriously, "There's this gala in two days, here in São Paulo. I was wondering, if maybe.. you wanted to come... you know"

"Oh, with who" I said playfully. This time he would be the one to say it.

"Me! Do you want to come with me?"

"Yes. Neymar. I would love to go with you" I said warmly, with a small smile.

He leant over and gave me a soft kiss. This feeling would never get old. I mean I knew he was leaving next week, so yeah, I kissed him back....

Not much later, Neymar dropped me back to my apartment. During the walk back to his car and in it, I shared stories of my funniest patients, which I could tell he enjoyed. He told me about some of his favourite times in the game... about how one time he kicked a referee in the head.

And during our conversation, I didn't feel like I had to try at all. Like I could be myself, and I felt free. I realised Neymar and I got along really well, and that made me really happy.

I'm not sure how i'll be able to let go after a week, but that's next weeks problem. Now I would just enjoy my time with Neymar, thinking we have all the time in the world.

~~.~~

When I entered my apartment... guess where I found Ross.

"Ross!"

"Hello Hayley, how was your night?" He said with a grim smile on his face.

"It was good! Are you feeling better?"

"What! That's all I get! After faking my illness for you two to be alone together!" He said mischievously.

"You are kidding! Ross. I can't believe you!" I said, hopping onto my bed and shoving a pillow into his face.

"Hay- stop! Stop! This is what you do to a friend who was trying to help!" He said, pushing the pillow off his face and throwing a pillow at me.

I couldn't stop laughing. I can't believe he faked it, but most of all, I couldn't believe I didn't even notice it wasn't real. I mean.. its safe to say that I was quite distracted...

"Well... did it work? What happened. And by the way, I knew you couldn't tell I was faking!" He just read my mind, "So, yes, I am quite the actor" He said braggingly.

I threw another pillow at him, before sitting down and telling him the whole story....