God Of football - Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Affection Chapter 205: Affection The moon was high in the Madrid sky as Olivia and Izan returned to her family home.

The warmth of the day still lingered between them, their laughter soft as they stepped through the door.  Olivia’s parents had already retired for the night, leaving the house quiet save for the faint creak of the wooden floor beneath their feet.

Izan set his bag by the couch, stretching his arms lazily.

“I’m beat” he admitted, though the contentment in his voice was undeniable.

“Long day,” Olivia agreed, smiling as she leaned against the doorframe.

“But worth every second.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” “Goodnight, Izan,” she replied softly, watching as he made his way to the guest room.

Hours later, the house was steeped in silence, the faint glow of moonlight spilling into the rooms.

Izan lay sprawled on the bed, his breathing deep and even as sleep took hold.  His face was relaxed, the sharp edges of his usual focused expression softened in rest.

Quietly, Olivia opened the door, the faintest creak of the hinge causing her to pause.

Barefoot, she padded into the room, her heart beating slightly faster with every step.  She wasn’t sure why she felt nervous-it wasn’t the first time they’d been alone like this-but something was thrilling about the moment.

Standing beside the bed, she hesitated briefly, then leaned down to brush a stray curl of hair from his forehead.  A small smile played on her lips as she whispered, “You even look serious in your sleep.” Izan stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

Gently, Olivia slipped under the covers beside him, lying on her side so she could watch him.  The steady rhythm of his breathing was calming, and soon enough, her eyelids began to grow heavy.

She rested her hand lightly against his arm, allowing herself to drift off beside him.

The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room.

Olivia blinked awake to the faint sound of someone bustling in the kitchen.  She sat up slowly, careful not to disturb Izan, who was still deep in sleep.

After freshening up, she made her way to the dining area, where her mother, Mrs.

Riviera, was busy preparing breakfast.  The older woman glanced up as Olivia entered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Good morning, darling,” she said, her tone teasing.

“Did you sleep well?

Or should I ask, did Izan sleep well?” Olivia froze for a moment before recovering, her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink.

“Mom!” she protested, grabbing a piece of toast from the counter to occupy herself.

Mrs.

Riviera chuckled, clearly enjoying her daughter’s embarrassment.

“Relax, Olivia.

I was young once, too.

Besides, Izan is a good boy.” Olivia tried to change the subject.

“Do you need help with anything?” Mrs.

Riviera smirked but let it go, waving her daughter off.

“Go wake up your boyfriend before breakfast gets cold.” Olivia, not wanting to stay a minute ran to the room where Izan was with her mother laughing behind.  Olivia stood outside the door, hesitating for a moment as she smoothed her sweater and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Taking a quiet breath, Olivia gently pushed the door open.

Inside, Izan was still sprawled on the bed, his face serene in the grip of sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically under the soft covers.  The sight of him so at peace made her smile, and she took a small step closer.

“Izan,” she called softly, not wanting to startle him.

When he didn’t stir, she edged closer to the bed, her voice a little louder this time.

“Izan, wake up.

Breakfast is ready.” But before she could say anything else, Izan stirred, his hand darting out with surprising speed to grab her wrist.  Olivia gasped, losing her balance as he tugged her toward him, her knees sinking into the edge of the mattress.

“Got you,” Izan murmured, his voice still thick with sleep but carrying a teasing edge.

His eyes fluttered open, dark and warm as they locked on hers.

“Izan!” she exclaimed, her cheeks already beginning to flush.

“Let go.

Mom’s waiting for-” Before she could finish, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and silencing her with a kiss.  It wasn’t hurried or casual-it was deep and consuming, the kind that made her knees weak and her heart race.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered between kisses, his voice low in a way that sent shivers down her spine.

“Izan,” she managed to protest weakly, though her hands had somehow found their way to his shoulders.

“We’re supposed to be eating breakfast…” “Breakfast can wait,” he murmured against her lips, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk.

Olivia felt her face grow hotter as his lips trailed along her cheeks, and for a moment, she forgot all about the kitchen, her mother, and breakfast She could only focus on him.

The moment was broken only when the door creaked open, and Mrs.

Riviera’s voice cut through the air like a splash of cold water.

“Olivia!

Izan!

What on earth is taking so-” She froze in the doorway, her eyes widening slightly at the scene in front of her.

Olivia shot up like a startled cat, her face blazing as she quickly straightened her sweater.

“Mom!

I was just-uh-calling him for breakfast!” Mrs.

Riviera raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with barely concealed amusement.

“Calling him?

Looked more like you were trying to feed him breakfast already.” “Mom!” Olivia exclaimed, mortified, while Izan, to his credit, didn’t look nearly as flustered.

He simply leaned back against the pillows, his lips curving into a faintly smug smile.

“Good morning, Mrs.

Riviera,” he said casually, as though nothing had happened.

“Good morning, Izan,” Mrs.

Riviera replied, her tone overly sweet.

She turned to Olivia, who was still red-faced and avoiding her gaze.  “Your father’s already at the table, and breakfast is getting cold.

I suggest you both come down before I have to call you again.” “Yes, Mom,” Olivia mumbled, practically fleeing from the room.

As she disappeared down the hall, Mrs.

Riviera cast one last knowing glance at Izan before closing the door behind her.  Izan chuckled to himself, running a hand through his hair as he got out of bed.

“Definitely worth waking up for,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing a clean shirt and heading downstairs with a satisfied grin.

….

After breakfast, Olivia and Izan spent the day exploring a nearby market, enjoying the simple pleasure of strolling hand in hand among the colorful stalls.  They sampled local treats, bought a few trinkets, and laughed over shared jokes.

It was the kind of day that felt effortless, the hours slipping by without them even realizing it.

By late afternoon, they returned home, just in time to catch Valencia’s league clash against Mallorca.

The two settled on the couch, Olivia leaning into Izan as the game kicked off.

Valencia started strong, dominating possession and creating several chances, but Mallorca’s defense held firm.  The first half ended in a tense 0-0, with Izan, occasionally offering quiet commentary on the tactics being used.

Olivia listened intently, impressed by how deeply he understood the game.

In the second half, Mallorca struck first, capitalizing on a defensive lapse to take the lead.

Izan sat forward, his jaw tightening as he watched his team fight to regain control.  Valencia pushed relentlessly, and in the dying minutes of the match, substitute Pietro delivered a stunning equalizer.

The house erupted with excitement as Izan leaped to his feet, punching the air.

“Yes!” he shouted, his usual composure giving way to raw emotion.

Olivia laughed, standing to join him.

“Looks like Pietro saved the day.” “He likes to joke but he was the one doing clutch moments before I came,” Izan replied, his grin wide.

As the final whistle blew, sealing the 1-1 draw, Izan sat back down, his energy still buzzing.

“Not the result we wanted,” he admitted, “but it keeps us in the race.” Olivia rested her head on his shoulder.

“You’ll get them in the next match.

I know it.” “Enough about it.

We only watched because I wanted to see something.

Now let’s come back to us” Standing Izan looked at Olivia like prey but the latter was already running.

Izan hot on her heels, gave chase.

Olivia seeing Izan behind her nudged him toward the couch, her laughter spilling out as Izan tried to dodge her playful shove.

But his quick movement backfired, causing both of them to lose their balance.

With a surprised yelp from Olivia and a low laugh from Izan, the two tumbled onto the couch together in a tangle of limbs.

“Smooth,” Olivia teased breathlessly, her voice carrying a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

“Hey, you pushed me,” Izan countered with a smirk, one hand braced on the back of the couch while the other rested lightly on her arm.

Their laughter began to fade as they realized how close they were.

Olivia was lying partially beneath him, her auburn hair fanned out across the cushions, her face just inches from his.

Izan’s hand lingered on her arm, his gaze softening as it locked with hers.

The room seemed to grow quieter, the distant sounds of the city fading into the background.

Neither of them spoke as they stared into each other’s eyes, their expressions shifting from playful to something much deeper.

Olivia’s laughter was replaced by a shy smile, her cheeks warming under Izan’s steady gaze.

His dark eyes held hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter.

There was no rush, no urgency-just a quiet moment of understanding, as though the world had slowed just for them.

“Izan,” Olivia whispered, her voice barely audible.

He didn’t reply.

Instead, his hand moved from her arm to gently brush a strand of hair from her face.

His touch was tender, his fingers grazing her cheek in a way that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Olivia,” he murmured, his tone soft but filled with emotion.

She didn’t move, her breath catching as his gaze flicked down to her lips for the briefest second before returning to her eyes.

It was all the confirmation she needed.

Slowly, Izan leaned down, and Olivia tilted her head slightly, closing the small distance between them.

When their lips met, it was gentle at first, a soft and tentative exploration that deepened as they melted into the moment.

The kiss was unhurried yet full of meaning, a shared promise spoken without words.

Olivia’s hands found their way to his shoulders, her fingers curling lightly against his shirt as Izan’s hand cupped her cheek.

For a while, time ceased to exist.

There was only the warmth of their connection, the soft press of lips, and the unspoken emotions.

When they finally pulled apart, their faces remained close, their foreheads touching as they shared a quiet, breathless laugh A/n: Second chapter of the day.

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