All of Me (Sebastian Vettel)

19. The Porsche

Alyssa managed to get through the next day without seeing Seb at all.  He'd had to go to the Aston Martin factory at Silverstone for a session in the simulator.  Whilst up there he had also had to film a short feature for Sky Sports F1 with his teammate, Canadian Lance Stroll. 

By the time Alyssa had gone downstairs at 9am he'd already gone.  He'd left her a note under a magnet on the fridge telling her he'd be late back and to help herself to whatever she wanted to eat and drink. 

As much as she loved his company she felt relieved.  She really didn't want to see him yet after what had been said the  night before. She felt foolish for even thinking he wanted her.

Still, she had to get over that. They were going to be living together, and she did value his friendship. She wanted nothing more than to carry on as before, before she'd crossed a line and asked him to kiss her.

She spent the morning writing and the afternoon reading a murder mystery novel. She'd skipped lunch, so when dinner time came around she was starving. After looking to see what food Seb had in, she cooked herself a cheese, ham and mushroom omelette.

After she'd eaten it she washed up and put everything away before heading to her room.  

Around 8pm she heard Seb's car pull up on the drive. Minutes later she heard  his footsteps coming up the stairs and along the passageway. They stopped briefly outside her bedroom. Then several seconds later they carried on to his room.

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Seb stopped outside Alyssa's door. He raised his hand to knock, then he changed his mind and headed to his room.

She'd been on his mind all day, even in the simulator. He couldn't ignore the way she made him feel, but he also knew he couldn't act on his feelings. He should have listened to his doubts when they'd surfaced instead of thinking with his dick. Still, at least nothing had really happened between them, just a peck on the lips.

Nothing was ever likely to happen between them now. Alyssa had made that clear. He didn't know why she thought he was faking his attraction to her,  but he knew he had to respect what she wanted. If she'd been any other girl he'd have just kissed her and to hell with it. He couldn't do that with her, he didn't want to lose her trust. He knew she didn't give it easily. Then again, if she'd been any other girl he wouldn't have wanted to kiss her so much anyway.

He had a quick shower, pulled on a pair of joggers and climbed into bed. He switched the television on and browsed through Netflix, finding a series his number one mechanic, Mikey, had recommended to him.

It was called Sex Education, set in British secondary school with the students seeking sexual advice from one of their fellow pupils, who was a self styled sexual therapist. Everyone on the team raved about it, it was supposed to be very funny. Maybe it would distract him from thinking about Alyssa. Probably not as the main theme was sex, and that in itself made him think of her and how much he'd love to have sex with her.

It didn't take him long to lose interest in the episode. Alyssa was dominating his thoughts. Her beautiful smile, her long eyelashes, her gorgeous dark eyes, her perfect breasts.

He cursed as he felt his cock getting hard. He surmised that he had three choices. The first was to ignore his erection until it went down. The second was to visit the bathroom and engage in some self-love. The third was to text Tanya and see if he could go round. She only lived fifteen minutes drive away.

It soon became clear to him that option one wasn't an option at all. Even when it did go down he knew it would soon be hard again. It had a mind of its own where Alyssa was concerned.