Sweet symphony (Jadon Sancho)

Part 7

Jadon pov
I wake up to see Talia looking out at the city on her balcony.

Here in Spain she owns a big apartment in Madrid which is two hours away from her parents.

She doesn't see I'm awake so I sneak up behind her and hug her waist.

She jumps as soon as I make contact with her
"Sorry did I scare you" I chuckle

"It's fine" she laughs placing her hands on top of mine that rest around her waist

"What are you looking at?" I ask placing my chin on her shoulder

"I'm just admiring the beautiful city" she says admiring the view

"You know there is a much better view" I say cheekily

"Oh yeah? Like what?" She asks playfully

"Me obviously" I say as I kiss her neck whilst my hands are still wrapped around her waist.

She leans her head back so it's resting on my shoulder as I lay kisses just under her ear.

"Oh mierda" she mumbles
(Oh shit)

"Right are you just going to speak Spanish so I can't understand you?" I ask laughing as I stop kissing her neck.

"Maybe" she says smirking as she turns around to face me so our faces are inches away.

"Oh is that how it is now?" I ask smirking making the space between us even smaller

"sí lo es" she says as she places her hands on my bare chest.
( yes it is)

"Right you" I smirk as I lift her up making her squeal.

I carry her inside, her hands around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist whilst my hands hold her under her thighs.

I gently lay her down on the bed and I'm on top of her looking down at her beautiful face glaring up at me.

She looks at my left arm and starts tracing my tattoos with her fingers.

"What does this one mean?" She asks tracing the poem that sits on my forearm

"It's a poem I wrote" I say looking down at her as my chain dangles down over her.

"What is it about?" She asks as she read it still tracing it with her fingers

"I wrote it to my brother, he died when I was 5" I say giving her a light smile

"Oh I'm so sorry" she says as she stops tracing the poem

"It's fine" I smile

"I like these flowers" she says as she begins tracing those

"Thank you" I chuckle

"You got any?" I ask still leaning over her

"Yeah I have one on my left collarbone" she says still tracing my tattoos

"What is it?" I ask

"una persona, miles de sentimientos" she says in her gorgeous spanish accent

"And what does that mean?" I ask

"a person. thousands of feelings" she says as she gently pulls her top so I can see it

I look down at her tattoo and smile

We both look into each other's eyes and I quickly glance at her lips, then back at her eyes.

Her lips part open slightly forcing me to bend down so our lips crash against each other.