Watching the football

The evening wasn't over yet, and since the Brazilian soccer team they cheered for was playing, you watched the game on tv, through some kind of cable network for South America's programs.

You thought that, after these days together, you knew her very well, but the woman that was now shouting her support for her favourite soccer team was a complete surprise: You never imagined she could be so excited and... loud for a match!

It was a family thing probably, because their cousin, and even her mother, were not different in the exuberant ways of cheering. And Brazilians usually are crazy for soccer, but it's a rule that doesn't always apply since being of Italian origins you should too, while instead you could not care less for it or sports in general: my one and only thing was shooting guns, nothing else (except maybe historical fencing).

Feeling a bit excluded, since all their attention was on the tv and the bunch of overpaid idiots chasing the ball, you just sat there and discretely stared at Adriana, admiring your love's relations to the game: it was a new side of her, and you wanted to know it too, like everything else from your girlfriend.

The match lasted 90 minutes, and apparently her team won because at the end it was like being in the middle of the Rio Carnival: the three women jumped up and started to dance, hug each other, scream... the usual things happy Brazilians do at the Carnival’s parties.

Standing up too in the middle of the room, you were feeling lost as fuck, just you usually do at parties, well at least before knowing her: the school reunion wasn't that bad besides, well... all the other people... busy on your sociopath reflexions, you didn't realise the supermodel running towards me, so instead of catching her you both fell down on the sofa, her body over yours.

She squeezed you in a robust hug, and kissed you so hard she took all your breath away.

Then she stared into your eyes, and simply said "We won!", like it was a logic explanation for all the crazy celebrations they had done before.

You said "Well... glad your team won... I hope it does it often if this is the way you celebrate!"

Adriana says "You got bored, don't you? I know you are not a soccer fan... c'mon lets go to bed, you look really tired, you shouldn't have made such an effort today at the gym, not being used to it, and with your leg too..." She raised from the sofa, and you did too, worried her mother could interpretate the "let's go to bed" line in a certain way... and frankly you was not that sure it wasn't Adriana's original idea as well!

But the janitor was going to sleep too, while her cousin intended to stay up a little more doing stuff with her phone.

And in that moment you asked myself: how many beds are there in this apartment? It's enough for everybody or should you sleep on the couch?

You didn't have time to think about it because your girlfriend was dragging me with her, holding my hand.