The Limit (Sebastian Vettel)

25. Close Encounters of the Unwanted Kind

Lily looked out of the kitchen window at the rain that had begun to fall over the previous half an hour.   The sky was a gloomy grey and it looked like the rain was here for the rest of the day.

Joel had gone out to meet his mates for lunch and a few games of pool and darts, and she was home alone. Bored didn't even go halfway to describing how she felt.

She'd already packed for Monaco, even though she wasn't leaving for another two days, she'd caught up with all her programmes, and the truth was she didn't really have many friends, so meeting up with someone wasn't really an option.

On the spur of the moment she decided she was going to go out to buy some new clothes, a bit of retail therapy might lift her mood.

She'd been down since Barcelona, a mixture of her DNF, Seb still being with Sofia, and the Daniel situation.

She grabbed her car keys off of a peg on the wall and headed out of the kitchen and down the hallway. Grabbing hold of her grey waterproof anorak, she put it on, then headed outside.

Her metallic blue Alfa Romeo Stelvio was parked outside the garage already from her visit to the team HQ the day before.

She unlocked it and opened the door. Once sat behind the wheel she started the car up and waited for her phone to connect to the sound system through Bluetooth. Once it had, she chose one of her playlists and began to blast it out.

She pulled off down the gravel driveway, pressing the button on the remote stuck on the inside of her door. The gates swung open and she drove through them onto the country lane that passed the Scott estate. 

It was a long straight road, and as she headed down it her thoughts returned to the previous weekend in Barcelona.   The DNF had stung.  She'd missed out on her highest points finish all because of a silly mistake. She knew once she arrived at Monaco she'd put Spain behind her and get on with it, but at the moment it was still painful.  

The Seb situation was seriously pissing her off.   Even though he was still with Sofia he'd still been messaging her throughout the China and Baku weekends.  She'd replied at first, but in the end had stopped bothering.  If he couldn't be arsed to dump Sofia, she couldn't be arsed to reply. 

Spain had felt extremely awkward.  They'd bumped into each other a few times but they'd never been alone thankfully. 

She still fancied the hell out of him, but it wasn't happening, not until he proved she was the one he wanted.  

Daniel was an unexpected complication from Spain.   When she'd chosen him as the recipient of her kiss she'd not expected him to kiss her back as he had, and she'd definitely not expected him to kiss her again, but he had, and then he'd propositioned her.  

She remembered that much.  She didn't remember anything else between then and the moment she'd woken up naked in his bed several hours later.  

She'd laid there for several minutes trying to remember just what had happened.  Had they had sex?    Daniel had woken,  and groaned out loud as his hangover had hit.   He'd climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom, as naked as the day he'd been born, seemingly unaware she was there.  

Sitting up, she'd glanced around to see where her clothes were.  She'd considered making a run for it before he came back, but her curiosity had got the better of her.   She'd needed to know what had happened.  Had they had sex?  The evidence so far was suggesting they had but she couldn't remember, and she didn't feel sore down below.   And if they had, had they used protection?   She was on the contraceptive implant, and she'd had sexual health checks after finding out about Liam's other woman so she knew she was clean, but she didn't know about Daniel.