Chapter 23
Molly
“Do you think it will work?” Jessica asks me from her seat in my bed.
A bed I haven’t slept in for God knows how long.
We’re currently in my room at the bus, finishing our makeup before our dear men are meant to pick us up for dinner.
A dinner they don’t exactly know much about.
A double-date, more precisely.
I know Peter will be okay with this, but I understand if Luke isn’t too keen on it seeing as Peter pulled some stunts last year.
Hopefully, he’ll do anything for Jessica, and we’ll have a good time together.
“I mean, they’re obsessed with us, so they won’t say no. But we can’t force them to get along,” I tell her, and Jessica bites at her nails.
She’s the more nervous one between us. Probably thinking that we’re tricking them.
Which we kind of are, but it’s all fun and innocent.
“And if it’s a total disaster, just bring him with you and give him some sexy times in the bathroom, then you’ll be all forgiven,” I add, which makes her laugh.
Men and their love for sex. Even though I might love sex just as much as Peter.
It can come in handy sometimes.
When we’re all ready, Peter pulls up in his Audi and makes his way into the bus. He drags me into him, kissing me hungrily before realizing we’re not alone.
“Christ, you planning on those sexy times before this dinner?” Jessica asks.
“Jessica, hi. Didn’t see you there,” Peter says, but he doesn’t let go of me either.
The only person he tones it down around is my father, and I love him for it.
Even though we haven’t said the big words just yet, I can feel it coming. I know Peter still struggles with communicating his feelings, which is why I haven’t said it yet. I don’t want him to feel pressured to say it back.
I know how I feel about my man, but I know he sometimes needs some time.
And that’s okay.
He looks down at me, raising a brow. “Sexy times?”
“So, we might be going on a date, together with Jessica and Luke,” I say, giving him my most innocent smile.
Peter doesn’t seem too fazed, which lessens some of Jessica’s nerves. She’s the one with the boyfriend who might not like this idea. Mine is trying to make amends with the people around him.
Including Luke.
There is a knock on the door, and Jessica goes over to open it.
When Luke gets inside, he looks a bit confused before he smiles. “Centimo. Good game, yesterday.”
Good game?
What the hell are they talking about?
They don’t play games; they race.
And it wasn’t a race yesterday.
Peter snickers, obviously knowing more than he’s letting on right now. “Baby. We’re all good. We played some FIFA yesterday, with Ryan and Hayden.”
Now, I’m the one with the spinning head, and Jessica is right there with me.
It seems like she’s been stressing over nothing.
The guys enjoy our questions and say they’ll explain everything over dinner.
～
Apparently, we didn’t have anything to worry about as our dear boyfriends had already kissed and made up a while back.
They decided not to tell us as they like to torture us, the fuckers.
It all began months ago when Peter congratulated Luke on a win, and they discussed a few things.
Mainly, Peter told Luke that last season was somewhat difficult for him and that he didn’t intend to resort to dirty tactics to influence his game.
Luke got that title last year anyway.
Seeing as Jessica and I are so close, they thought it would be good to bury the hatchet and move on.
They’ve met in secret from us and played FIFA.
And guys like to say that women enjoy the drama.
Gosh, these two are just as bad.
“I plan on taking back that title though, beat your ass as I do in FIFA,” Peter says, a smirk aimed at Luke.
“Not going to happen,” Luke says, but if Peter keeps up his pace, he will be able to win again this year.
Knowing how much he’s gone through, I’m really hoping he’ll get that moment.
I love Luke, and he is deserving as well, but my heart beats for the man beside me.
Peter lays a hand on my thigh under the table.
“I’ve already won this season,” he says to me, and I sigh.
Yeah, so have I.
～
“I don’t want you to go,” Peter sulks, not making this any easier.
I don’t really want to go either.
But work is calling.
My team is sending me to a conference, which I normally would be stoked about. Leaving my man isn’t the best, though. I may tease him about being a clinger, but I’ve become just as bad.
We’re currently in Austria, but I will be flying to London for the conference.
Part of me can’t believe I’ll miss part of the race weekend.
Sometimes sacrifices must be made.
“I don’t want to go either, but it’s only three days,” I say, kissing his throat.
“Three days too long,” he murmurs.
“I’ll be back before you know it, and you’ve got racing to focus on,” I tell him.
The summer break is approaching quickly, and we’re hoping for the best possible scenario heading into it.
With Peter in a steady lead ahead of the others.
He’s currently in a solid position, leading with over two hundred and fifty points on Luke. The title can be his in Miami.
Which is also where his mom is living, and we’re going to visit.
I know Peter is a bit anxious about that, but it’s still more than six weeks away, and I’m sure it will be fine.
No matter what, I’ll be there to support him.
“I’ll miss you,” Peter murmurs against my lips.
“I’ll miss you, too. I’ll call you when I land.”
Peter insisted on booking me a private jet, but I declined. There’s no need to spend a ridiculous amount of money on a simple flight.
He presses his lips against mine, and we get lost in the kiss as we soak up our last moments together.
It’s just a few days.
We’ll be alright.