Tom's POV:
After today’s grueling training session all I wanted to do was to wash up and of course find a bed to crash in. It didn't matter whose bed it was,it could be mine or Lace’s; all that matter was that the two of us could just lie there together. She is the one and only person I want to spend tonight with: I would be able to see everyone else on the team anytime I wanted at the Olympics, but I wasn’t going to have the same opportunity with Lace and I couldn’t help but feel guilty for that.
Standing with my arms extended above my head, hands pressed upwards, I allow the shower water to cascade down my body. The warm water and steam slowly but surely loosening up my aching muscles. A quick sigh leaves my parted lips as I tilt my head backwards allowing the water to hit my face for a split second before turning off the shower.
I give my head two small flicks to the right sending small beads of water flying as I step out of the shower and onto the cold tiled bathroom floor. As I reach for one of the white towels carefully folded on the shelf my phone begins to ring in the other room. Who could possibly be calling me right now, everyone knows what my plans for tonight were. Swiping a single towel from the pile, and accidently knocking the other two in the process, I quickly wrap it around my lower half as I make my way into the other room running my fingers through my wet hair.
A light chuckle escapes my lips as I see a crazy cross eyed picture of Lace lighting up my phone.
“Hello Beautiful!” A smile begins tugging at the corner of my lips as I speak.
“Hey Tom...” Her voice seems drown out and distant.
“Is something wrong?” I ask racking my brain trying to figure out what was up with her. She was perfectly fine at practice today. She was actually more than perfectly fine as she constantly teased me throughout practice making everything harder than it already was since Andy wanted nothing but perfection today: she was constantly sitting on my lap, making sure to be super fidgety while doing so, and whenever we were remotely hidden or out of view she would push me against the wall; her tongue effortlessly finding its way past my lips while her hand felt its way down my body stopping just above my speedos every time. A devilish smile would be plastered on her face each time she pulled away.
“I can’t come to your room and hang out tonight...” Her voice trails off and I can imagine her lightly biting her lower lip on the other end of the line. “I really want to but...”
A pang of uneasiness washes over me.
“Its my last night before leaving for the village; it’s the last night I get to spend with you. I want to spend it with you and only you. Why can you suddenly not hang out?” The words fly out of my mouth without any real thought behind them.
“I know, I know. I want to spend it with you too, but I just feel so sick right now.”Her voice quivers with each word she speaks. “ I honestly can’t even move right now without feeling like I’m going to projectile vomit everywhere.”
“Aww babe.” My lips pout slightly as if I thought she could see me. “You don’t have to move. How about I come down to your room; I’ll bring you tea and I’ll just lay with you.” I say balancing my phone between my shoulder and ear as I drop the towel from around my waist and begin putting on black sweatpants to start getting ready to leave for her room.
“Forget about me Tom: go hang out with everyone else.” She protests to my plan.
“Lace,you do know that telling me to forget about you is basically the equivalent of telling me not to breathe or telling me to quit diving right?” I tease her slightly. “My plan for the night was to be with you, and that’s what I’m going to do. I don’t care if you're a sickling, I’ll take care of you.”
