Life in the Fastlane (Sebastian Vettel)

17. Miami Tension

"Mollie, it's me" Seb said. There was a silence on the other end of the phone, but she didn't hang up. "Mollie, are you listening?"

"Yes," she said, wearily. "What do you want Seb?"

"Can we talk? I've been trying to catch you all day, but you keep ignoring me."

"Didn't that tell you something?"

"Mollie, please. I miss you."

"Seb, I'm too tired to do this today.  I agree we do need to talk, but not right now.  I feel beat."

"Are you ok? It's only 8.30."

"I'm fine. I just haven't been sleeping well."

"Are you having bad dreams again?"

"To do that I'd have to be able to actually sleep."

"Let me come over. I'll hold you. You always sleep well in my arms. I promise no talking, no funny business. I just want to hold you."

He heard Mollie sigh and knew she was fighting herself.

"Room 227," she finally said. "But I mean it, no talking." She hung up.

Seb didn't know how he was going to control his sexual urges around her, but he'd promised just to hold her. That would have to be enough for now.

***

Mollie opened the door when she heard the knock. She crossed the room and climbed straight back into bed.

"Hey," Seb said as he shut the door behind him.

"Hey."

Seb stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed besides her. She rolled into his arms. He held her close and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm here baby. Sleep."  He stroked his fingers up and down the skin on her back where her vest had ridden up. 

Mollie felt goosebumps as Seb's fingers caressed her back.  Why couldn't she stop wanting this man?  She was so close to giving in and just letting him take her and blow her mind, but in the end the tiredness won and she fell asleep, her head on his chest. 

Seb held her tight.  He never wanted to let her go.  No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't give her up.  He just loved her too damn much. 

                                     ***

The next morning Mollie woke bright and early.  She had slept right through and had woken in exactly the same position she had fallen asleep in.  She lifted her head and stared at the beautiful man whose arms she was laid in.   She put her hand on his cheek, stroking his stubble. 

She knew they needed to talk but she was scared that after that they might really be over.    She wasn't ready to let go yet, she didn't know if she ever would be.  Would it really be so bad to go public?  

She just kept thinking of all the people that doubted her abilities.  Daniel Hunter.  Other drivers.  And her biggest critic. Herself.  Did she trust herself to not hold back on track against Seb?

She gently slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom.  She had a shower and washed her hair. 

She walked back into the bedroom, wearing just a towel wrapped around her.  Seb was awake. He was laid on his side, his head propped up on his hand. 

"Morning.  Did you sleep ok?" he asked.   She nodded.

"Much better, thank you."

"We could just share a room all the time you know."