Chapter Twenty-Seven

                                    

                                          


Being nice to guys... for now ☕️
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The alarm bell rang with a shriek at seven AM, like usual considering Alexia woke up at the same time every morning, strictly in routine regardless of her injury.
But, Veronica and Alexia were wide awake, as the Barcelona captain was turned on her side, which gave Veronica full access to the tattoos on her back. 
Her finger gently traced over the ink, smiling as she watched goosebumps appear across Alexia's skin, with each touch. 
"Your hands are cold," The blonde whined, but complained as Veronica apologised and pulled her hand away, "Don't... pull away."
"Make up your mind, Putellas." Veronica leaned forward as she grinned against the athlete's ear, causing the blonde to shiver as her shallow breath tickled her sensitive skin, "I..."
"What is it, Bonita?" 
"I want to know the story behind each tattoo, they are so beautiful." Veronica whispered, returning to tracing her finger over the tattoos until they stopped at a specific ink. 
An outline of a father cradling his daughter, handing a football in to her palms. 
"Mi padre," Alexia breathed out, digging the side of her face further in to the pillow to avoid Veronica's watchful eyes, "He died when I was a child, but... the reason I am who I am, is because of him. It's the reason why I play for Barça." 
"...Not because you bleed Barça?" Veronica chuckled slightly, followed by the blonde's laughter too as she turned on to her back to look her in to the eyes.
"That, and... My family are culers, but pa introduced me to them, he took me to every match he could," Alexia smiled fondly at the memory, with a longing look over her eyes as she was recalling it as if it were yesterday, "I miss him."
"And that's okay, Ale... He's your father." The Barcelona captain closed her eyes, appreciative of Veronica who spoke of her father in the present tense—as if he were still around, as if he were a phone call away. 
Alexia had found herself wondering more often, what her father would think of Veronica—even though they weren't dating—she would like to think that they were something, and that he would accept them. 
"Do you have any tattoos?" Alexia blushed, watching as Veronica nodded with a faint smile and turned around—considering that she was just wearing a bra, her tanned skin was exposed, "¿Cuál es la historia detrás de ese tatuaje?"
Veronica's eyes shut closed, knowing exactly which tattoo that Alexia was referring too, as her finger traced on her shoulder blade. 
"It's a red string," The brunette stated obviously, leaning back in to Alexia's touch as the woman rested her hand over it, "It's meant to represent soulmates... that a string kept them intertwined until they met."
"Do you believe that?" 
Veronica laughed breathily, turning her head to look over her shoulder to Alexia—who eyes were dilated, focused on the beautiful tattoo.
"I did," The brunette sighed, fully turning towards the curious captain who gave Veronica her undivided attention, "I thought I had met my soulmate... Things changed, and she left me." 
"That means she wasn't your soulmate, and..." Alexia confidently took hold of Veronica's hand, squeezing it in attempts to reassure her, "your person is still out there, you might've already met her."
Suddenly, Nala began barking when the door bell rang loudly throughout the home, causing the two women to stare at eachother with wide eyes and jump off of the bed.