The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

44. Make or Break

Seb smiled as he slowly woke up.  He'd just had the most wonderful dream. He'd dreamt that he had kissed his Leah, that she'd held him in her arms.  

He felt a stirring next to him, a warm body pressed up against him.  Then he remembered the previous night. It hadn't been a dream. 

Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at the woman laid asleep next to him.  She'd let go of him during the night and was now laid on her side, her leg hooked over his.   She stretched in her sleep, pushing her soft breasts up against his chest. 

He groaned as he felt his dick begin to show interest.   This wasn't the time.  Although he still desired her as much as, if not more than ever he knew that nothing was certain.  Although he'd been drunk he remembered that they'd agreed to talk once he was sober.  He inched his body away from hers. He didn't think she'd be best pleased if she woke up and found his boner digging into her.

He propped himself up on his elbow and stared lovingly at her.  She looked adorable in her pink and white checked pyjamas, her hair escaping her ponytail and sticking up in all directions. He groaned as the pain in his head hit. 

"Hello hangover," he muttered. He was also hit by a stinging pain on his forehead. He remembered his undignified fall from the wall. "Shit!" he groaned.

"Hangover?" Leah mumbled sleepily. "No sympathy. There's some paracetamol in the top drawer next to you."

Seb slid his leg out from under hers and got out of bed. He opened the drawer and took out the painkillers. He popped a few out of the foil packet into his hand,  then got out of bed. He went into the bathroom, turned the tap on, popped the pills into his mouth and bent his head. He took in a mouthful of water and swallowed them down.

After relieving his bladder he went back into the bedroom.  Leah was sat up in bed, watching him as he walked back to the bed.  He got back in. He smiled nervously at her.  She didn't smile back.

"Hey, good morning," he said. 

"Morning," she said.  She seemed pissed off with him.  Obviously he knew that she had a right to be, but she seemed even more pissed off than she had last night.

"So..."

"What are you doing here Seb?" He tilted his head and looked at her questioningly.

"I thought I made that clear last night."

"You were shitfaced! I need to hear you say it. For all I know it was just the drink talking."

"I meant every word. I love you Leah. I need you, I don't care who your dad is.  I'm so sorry for how I behaved.  I was wrong."

"Do you have any idea how I felt watching you kiss Bella?" He felt sick.  He was going to lose her wasn't he?  He hung his head.  He didn't want her to see the tears pooling in his eyes.  He didn't want her to think he was trying to get her sympathy. 

"I don't. I know what I did was wrong.  I made a big mistake.  I shouldn't have done it. I should have listened to what you had to say.  I could say it was because I was hurt and angry, and that is the truth, but it's no excuse.  I'm sorry.  I can't take it back,  but I can prove to you how much I regret it and how much I love you if you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Leah sighed.  She could feel her resolve wavering.  She'd laid awake for half the night, holding him and trying to decide what to do.  It had felt so good to have him there in her bed.  The sound of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest was comforting to her.  And the desire she felt for him hadn't dimmed in the slightest.   But she couldn't get the image of him and Bella out of her head.