With my pride ruined and Rafa's playful smugness overflowing we finally arrived at the hotel. It was fairly late seeing as my map reading was a little poor and because we had stopped for twenty minutes during the journey. The hotel was obviously five star, of course it was, which was nice because I have never stayed in such a nice place before. Rafa keyed us in and we tiptoed to the lift. He was still carrying all of my luggage which made me feel a little guilty although it was obviously no problem for his huge left arm. The lift took us to floor nine, its rooms solely occupied by Rafa and his team. Everybody else appeared to be asleep so we were silent in creeping into room seven.
"I will sleep on the floor and you go in the bed for tonight." He offered, dropping my bags.
"You're the one with the finals tomorrow. You should go in the bed." I protested.
"I do not mind sleeping on the floor." Rafa told me.
"How about neither of us sleep on the floor?" I suggested.
"But tonto there is only one bed!" Rafa laughed.
"You could have one side and I could have one side." I was blushing more than I had ever done in my life as the suggestion slipped out of my mouth. He looked at me for a few seconds before speaking.
"Ok, if you're sure."
I went into the bathroom to get changed into my nightclothes and breathed a sigh of wonder. It was such a luxury bathroom with a huge bath including several lotions on the side. There was also a powerful looking shower. I made a note to try out the bath tomorrow. After I had slipped on my night gown and climbed into the bed, looking pointedly away from my idol's side.
"Good night Sophie." He yawned.
"Good night."
I don't know how I was lying directly next to Rafa when I woke up but I was very embarrassed. Fortunately he seemed to have not noticed as he was still fast asleep. It was earlier than I would have liked, 8:00. In the morning light I realised that I had noit fully appreciated the room that I was in when I arrived yesterday. It had bright purple walls and an impossible soft and spotless carpet. There were interesting paintings on the walls which went really well with the purple. Also there was a doorway to another room which I had not noticed previously, presumably it was the kitchen. I got out of bed and went to have a look. Sure enough it was a large kitchen with more utilities than my kitchen in England. There was a table with room for four. I looked in the fridge for a drink. I chose some apple and mango juice to rectify my parched throat.
I went back into the bedroom where Rafa was still in slumber and decided that it was the perfect chance to have a bath. I took the clothes that I planned to wear for the day into the bathroom and locked the door. Whilst the hot taps filled the bath I took off my dressing gown and night clothes before clambering in. It had to be one of the best feelings that I had ever experienced, having my various aches healed by the soothing water. I hadn't had a bath in literally years as there were none at the university campus and it was only then when I realised how much I had missed them. I mixed in some bubble liquid and shampooed my hair thoroughly with a mango shampoo provided. I felt more clean than I had done in a long time as I lay there in pure bliss.
A knock came at the bathroom door and the tired voice of Mr. Nadal sounded.
"Sophie how long are you going to be in there?" He asked "I really need to use the toilet,"
I opened my eyes suddenly, if Rafa was awake how long had I been in there? I reached over the side of the bath and picked up my watch which read 9:00. I literally jumped out of the bath leaving my watch discarded on the floor. I threw on my dressing gown and started to let the water out of the bath.
"Sophie!" He sounded rather urgent.
Not for the first time in the last twenty four hours my face was bright red as I opened the door in only my dressing gown to let Rafa go to the toilet.
"Oh, I didn't realise that you were having a bath!" Rafa said apologetically.
He was standing there in just a pair of boxers which he had presumably worn to bed last night. I couldn't help but stop my eyes wandering over his amazingly toned chest and those perfect abs. The predominant thought in my mind was that I was glad I'd shaved my legs.
"Can I go to the loo now?" he asked, breaking the moment.