Chasing Champions

New bike, new team, new life

Sarah POV:

When I wake up I am in a hotel room that I didn't recognize. As I sit up I can hear the shower running in the bathroom. As I try and remember how I got here, everything comes rushing back. I feel all sorts of mixed emotions hit me all at once. Happiness and excitement that I have made my name, and got a ride out of it. Relief that all the hard work is starting to show. But sadness, hurt, and numbness for the whole thing with Chase. But there is also hope. Hope for a good season, and hope for working things out with Chase. But I honestly have no idea what to think about my mom. So I just push that out of my mind for now.

I am so lost in my thoughts I didn't hear the bathroom door open, nor did I hear Chase come and and say my name. A hand touches my shoulder and I just about jumped out of my skin in shock and fear. I look up to see Chases face looking back in worry. I take a settling breath and give him a small smile as I stand up. When I finally get my bearings I notice Chase is only in a towel. I feel my face start heating up as I clear my throat and look away. I hear a light laugh and I could feel my face become red as I flipped him off. I open my mouth,

"Chase! Damn it go put some damn clothes on!"

I can feel him just smirking at me all cocky like as he replies,

"Hm, I don't know. I rather like the freeness to it. Plus its fun watching you turn into a human tomato. Might have to do this more often."

I snap my head back at him, careful not to look anywhere but his face. I slowly walk to him with no hesitation. I can see the cocky look melt off his face as he starts to look unsure. Right as I get to him I lean up and whisper,

"If you don't put some clothes on right now, I will make your life living hell. And ask the boys, that can come in many, many different forms."

As I pull away I can see him staring wide eyed at me. Everything is still for a second before Chase breaks into action and rushes to grab his clothes and bolts into the bathroom, slamming the door in the process. I bust out laughing, so hard I almost peed myself. As he was in there I help myself to his suitcase seeing I had no idea where my shit was, and pulled out some sweats and a long sleeved shirt. Right as I was closing it back up he came out and saw me with his clothes in my hands and raised a eyebrow in question. All I did was shrug and walk past him and into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Right as I was about to strip I poked my head out the door and gave him a look,

"If I catch you trying to peak, just know I know where you live, eat and work boy."

I quickly slip back in snickering before I could see his reaction. I quickly take out my contacts and put on my glasses that magicly were on the counter, that sly kid. He planned this, just wants me in his clothes. As I go to take off my shirt a sharp burst of pain races up my left side making me freeze and take a sharp intake. As I slowly take it the rest of it off I see half of my left side is bruised, I wince just looking at it. I stand there for a minute just looking at it, finally I sigh and finish taking off the rest of my clothes and hop into the shower. After ten minutes and I feel like all the dirt, sweat and grim is gone. I hop back out and dry myself off. As I stand there in the towel, I look for his damn comb. After finding it I quickly comb my hair out as much as possible and towel dry my hair. After I slip on the shirt and pants I walk out of the bathroom to see Chase in bed watching some movie. I slowly walk towards him and by the time I am halfway across the room he notices me and pauses the movie. As I reach the side of the bed he swings his legs off and gently pulls me in between them. His hands on my hips, and it makes the skin underneath them be on fire. And I wanted more, but before that we had to talk. And not just about what happened between us.

With a small tug on the hem of the shirt, I see him looking at my side. With a sigh, knowing what he wants to see, I slowly raise my shirt up so he could see the damage. As his eyes take it in I can hear him take a sharp intake of air and hiss as he gently ghosts his fingers over my ribs, where most of the bruising is located. After a minute I pull the shirt down and take his hands into mine and give him a slight smile. I give a sigh when I see the worry, the questions on his face not leave. I kneel down and grab his face in my hands and smile,