Never Again

Chapter 45: Doubt

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She couldn't get the image out of her head, the image of Seb pushing her against the wall and kissing her while his hands were all over her. Whenever she thought about that her body reminded her of how she had felt in that moment. If she closed her eyes she could still feel his soft lips on hers and her fingers in his hair, but when she opened them again she was all alone. After they had kissed Seb had dragged her inside again and they had acted like nothing had happened out on the balcony. However that kiss had confirmed how she really felt about Seb and although it made her really nervous she had to admit that she perhaps had started to fall in love with him. All she wanted to do was find Seb and kiss him again, show him how much she liked him and giving in to her recent desires.

She sighed as she closed her suitcase, it was time to go home after this incredible weekend. It had surprised her how soon she had felt comfortable in the team and how everyone had wanted to help her. It hadn't felt like her first weekend at all and she couldn't wait to be back at the track, as she liked that this job was challenging her. Also the fact that she had been able to spend so much time with Seb, as there was only one hotel floor or a garage between them, made her reluctant to go home. She had given up her job at the cafe so she wasn't going to see Seb every day anymore, when she thought about that an unpleasant feeling in her stomach started to set in. She wanted to spend every moment of the day in Seb's present, but she knew that wasn't possible. Especially when they had kissed only once, that was hardly an indication to think more of this than it actually was.

She made her way down to the lobby and jumped into the taxi that was waiting for her. She was travelling alone today as Seb was on a different flight. He still had some commitments to take care of and that also meant that she hadn't seen him since last night. That made her feel somewhat uneasy, because she didn't know where they were standing right now. When she thought about their kiss it was clear that Seb had wanted that as much as she had wanted, but the look of panic on his face afterwards was still nagging her. Had she really been that bad or had he just regretted it? Perhaps he had been that way because of the people that could have seen them, or she wasn't the right girl he had wanted to do that with. These doubts were driving her crazy and she wished she could just talk to Seb, just to know what she was dealing with and therefore be able to get rid of that feeling of concern.

She was rather sleepy during the ride to the airport as they had only returned to their hotel very late last night. Therefore she wasn't really succeeding at controlling her thoughts and it didn't take long before she was daydreaming about Seb again. Only this time it involved a lot of kissing and because she now knew how good a kisser he was it was even better to dream about. With a smile on her face she leaned against the window, hoping that the driver wouldn't notice her cheeks had turned a slight pink. All she wanted to do right now was kiss Seb again and she cursed herself for not doing that last night. She had been afraid to be rejected by him when he could think clearly again, because he obviously couldn't have been thinking straight when they had kissed.

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Britta was pacing up and down the room and they were waiting for the next interview to start. It was a very dull conference room and it showed him how much he preferred the Red Bull motor home. He normally wouldn't even been here on Monday with the press, but the weird time zones and schedules meant that a lot of them had planned their press moments this morning for some reason. He spotted Britta writing some things down on the sheet she was carrying and she checked her watch almost every minute. He tapped his fingers on the table and was rather impatient, he hated it when people were late. There were a million other things he would like to do right now and none of them involved answering boring questions as he knew he would get in a moment. No, there were better things to do, like flying home with Keira instead of sitting in this room.