I never knew that falling in love would be the best thing to ever happen to me. I never knew that I would find a soul as pure as Roya's that there would be beauty in every thing she does. The way her face lights up when someone praises her cooking. The way she slightly tilts her head when confused. The way her hair fall over her face. The way she looks at art. The way she's messily eating her taco right now.

Jordan took us to this casual Mexican restaurant after Roya finally answered. It was open yet cozy and the evening sky was perfect for eating outside. Somehow, Roya managed to look even more beautiful.

We were sitting at a round table in a perfect triangle. Surrounded by cool summer drinks and a variety of Mexican food. As if feeling my eyes on her, Roya looks up and frowns playfully with the mess she created. I chuckle at her and Jordan joins me when he sees all the contents of her taco falling out. Her face warms up as a light redness reaches her cheeks.

"I shouldn't have ordered these," she smiles, pitying herself.

We continue eating before Roya speaks up again.

"Did you guys talk to coach?" she questions, taking her last bite.

Me and Jordan share a look, trying our hardest not to give anything away right now.

"Yeah, we all met him at practice in the morning," I shrug as if there's not much to the topic.

"What did he say?" She perks up.

"He said he'll take a look at the practice schedule and let us know soon," Jordan smoothly shuts the possibility of any further questions. Practice schedule. I mentally scoff at this. No one has a practice schedule.

"Oh, okay," Roya sulks but masks it with a smile.

Damn it.

As she gets back to her remaining nachos, I look at Jordan and hope that he understands what I'm trying to convey through my eyes.

He looks at me and then back at Roya. Understanding, he picks up his phone and types something that I can only hope is what it is. After a couple seconds my phone vibrates and I pick it up.

Texted Ian. Tonight.

Does he have a word limit or something? I understand his three word text and look up at him, nodding.

When the server came with the bill and went back to get the machine, Roya and I reached for the bill at the same time. I look at her confused and then at Jordan who has amusement clear on his face.

I earlier told him that if he's handling the tickets then I'm handling the food. We both don't care about the money but it's about doing something for the other two that counts.

"Roya," I start, my tone on the brink of warning.

"Denver," she copies me with a smirk.

"Just let me pay and we can get out of here," I say as if it isn't something that is up for discussion.

"Just let me pay and we can get out of here," she repeats my words at me and my lips twitch to form a smile but I control the emotion.

"I'm paying Roya, that's it," my tone hold finality.

"You guys always pay, let me contribute too," she has the audacity to fucking pout.

I look at Jordan for help and he shakes his head, gesturing 'this isn't my problem.' I turn back to Roya, licking my lips and making her eyes linger on them as I speak up.

"You can contribute in so many other ways Roya," I tell her, our eyes on each other. I'm sure she's squeezing her thighs under the table and getting wetter by the moment. The thought alone makes me want to grunt.

She swallows before clearing her throat. Her state a little flustered at my comment. Gosh she's so fucking innocent, even after getting fucked by two guys at once.

"Fine," she huffs giving up as she sees the server approaching and I smirk in victory.

We head to the car and I open the door for Roya. She gets in and pulls me in with her too from the neck of my t-shirt.

Jordan raises a brow at us as he turns in his seat and I notice how he's not fond of words.

"Just drive," Roya says smugly and then looks at me, "I'm just paying my part of the bill," she smirks and my cock twitches at the thought.

Jordan starts driving towards Roya's apartment and she leans towards me, bringing her face close to mine, making me feel her breath that has a hint of the fruity drink she had. Instead of kissing me like I expected her to do, she harshly tugs my short and boxers down, freeing my cock.

She keeps looking in my eyes as her hand wraps around my cock, making me hiss.

Thank god for tinted windows.

She tilts her head to one side, making her hair fall on one shoulder and leans down, twirling her tongue o my tip before taking in a good amount.

I release a heavy breath at her actions, my hand instinctively reaching her head to guide her and she let's me. I hold her hair around her nape and tug at them making her moan on my cock.

The vibrations make me roll my eyes as I tilt my head back, resting it over the head rest as my hand continues to move her face.

She holds my thighs in her hands, digging her nails in. The force earns her a groan from me and I increase the speed, making her go deeper as my cock touches the back of her throat with each stroke.

I keep her down longer for a stroke as she gags a little and then I let her go.

She lightly grazer her teeth on my cock as a reply to the gagging and I mutter a quite 'fuck' under my breath.

"You're gonna swallow for me Roya?" I ask her, my voice heavy.

"Mhm," she hums over my cock and I groan, reaching my high.

"Swallow every last fucking drop Roya," Jordan commands, "I don't want any residue on my seats," he tells her.

With that I release in her mouth after a last hard push and she swallows it up like the good fucking girl she is. Once she's done, she pulls up the boxers and the shorts, both of us breathing heavy as she looks at me.

I wipe the little tears that escapes her eyes and smile, "beautiful," I say making her blush.

She really doesn't know how to handle compliments.

When we reach the building, we make ourselves presentable and head upstairs. As soon as we enter, Roya stops as she notices Ian and Anna sitting o the kitchen island.

"Hi?" she starts, unsure.

"Hello Roya," Ian hops off and comes towards us.

"Thank god you're here," Anna joins in, "Ian wanted to say something but wanted you to be here too," she frowns.

"Is something wrong?" Roya questions, removing her shoes as we all follow Ian to the living where I and Jordan slump on the couch, earning looks from everyone.

"What?" I protest, "We're tired."

"Ahan," Roya smirks and turns back to Ian.

"So we talked to coach this morning," Ian starts grabbing everyone's attention.

"And?" Anna hurries him to finish.

"And he said we can go anytime we want," Ian smiles at her and Roya and Anna squeal.

"So when should we go?" Anna asks, her happiness clear in her tome and I wonder what relation they all have with their parents to be so happy about visiting them.

"Our flights are booked for tomorrow night," Jordan speaks up and their eyes widen. Anna and Roya jump on Ian the next second muttering thank yous and we all laugh.

"Hey we helped too," I point out and they hug us both to.

"Wait, shit I need to tell Lana," Roya says once everyone has calmed down.

"Already talked to her, your schedule is clear for the week," Ian smiles and the happiness on Roya's face makes me want to keep adding to these things so that I can keep increasing it. Her eyes glint a little more every time something adds up and it's the prettiest thing ever.

"You guys can stay the night if you want," Ian offers.

"I'm good," I say, I should get home and see what Dave's up to.

"I'll drop you off," Jordan says and I nod.

"Cool then, be here tomorrow whenever you guys are ready," he tells us and we agree.

"Bye," I try lingering but there really isn't much left to say.

Roya moves a little to step up to us but stops as if she remembers she's in a room with other people too and her smile drops for a fraction of a second before coming back.

"See you," she softly says and we finally head out.

Jordan and I silently make our way to his car. I take the passenger seat and like a little ritual of ours, play Roya's playlist. Both of us nodding to Bastille's Good Grief as we ride in silence.

When Jordan reaches my home, I bump his fist and get off. Heading in to see Dave in the living room watching football.

I slump on the couch next to him.

"So we're really going tomorrow huh?" he questions, lowering the volume of the screen.

"Yeah," I reply, staring at nothing.

"It should be good, they all seem to be happy about meeting their families," Dave suggests and I nod.

"Did you tell mom and dad?" I ask, turning to look at him.

He sighs, "I called, no one picked up so I left a message with the secretary," he explains with a sense of hurt in his tone.

I hum, already expecting this.

I'll get to see what actual families are like.