It was a hot day in Riyadh, and the swimming pool at Cristiano Ronaldo's villa became a place where Cris, [Y/N] and his friends – Nawaf, Hamzah, Ahmed, Mooha, Khalid and Samir – spent time relaxing and having fun.

- You're winning again! - Nawaf laughed when Cris, jumping into the pool, overtook everyone again.

"Well, I have talent," Cris replied, pleased with himself, floating on the surface.

[Y/N] smiled, but then she noticed something that worried her. She started digging in her bag.

- What happened? - Cris asked, seeing [Y/N] looking worried.

- I forgot my clothes for a change. - she replied, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You always forget something," Hamzah joked, laughing at her.

Cris looked at her with concern.

- Don't worry, - he said. - I have an old t-shirt inside. Come on, take it before it gets cold.

[Y/N] looked at him with a slight embarrassment.

"Thanks, Cris," she replied, and her heart suddenly began to beat faster.

Cris smiled broadly and walked towards the house, knowing that it was a small help, but at the moment it mattered. There was something in the air that was beginning to change their relationship, but none of them had noticed it yet.