of donning a tube top and black leather chaps. Getting really tan to show off my abs, so Jesse would drool over me in super low rise jeans that curved just right over the rise of my ass. It could happen. I reconsidered as I pictured myself wearing lots of silver studded black leather. I could rock that look.
I swallowed hard, coming back to myself, wondering if Jesse noticed my little flight of fantasy. I touched my hand lightly to my throat and blinked, redirecting my attention to Jesse’s voice.
“I love this restaurant. It reminds me of a little tavern I used to dine at when I was in Italy last year.”
Italy? Now that sounded super romantic.
“How long were you there?”
“A week. We had a few extra days between races so I stayed longer than normal. It was like a mini vacation. I can’t wait to go back.”
“It must be amazing, traveling the world and getting paid for it,” I said.
“You would think so, but most of the time you don’t see much, except for airports, hotel rooms and the track. It’s really not all it’s cracked up to be. I don’t do it for the travelling, sightseeing, or even the money. Racing is in my blood. I live for it. No matter how bad my day has been, when I get on that bike, my day is instantly so much better.” He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “That’s why it was so frustrating for me to be injured,” he said casting his gaze towards the ocean view.
“Which do you like to race better, Supercross or Motocross? I mean, I don’t really know the difference.”
“Well, basically, Supercross was an offshoot of Motocross, it’s very similar in many ways. Like, Supercross tracks are more technical and not as fast as Motocross tracks, but with higher difficulty levels. And that adds to the risk of injuries, hence…” He held up his hand that had been injured and wiggled his fingers.
“When do you think you will be ready to race again?”
His eyes caught mine and he smiled. “It will be a while. First, I have to get back in shape. Get all the alcohol out of my system,” he chuckled. “I need several months of strength and endurance training. I definitely won’t be ready for Supercross season. That starts in about four months, so I’ll focus on Motocross, instead. The world championship doesn’t start until spring next year…anyway, plenty of time to get ready for that.”
The waiter brought us our appetizer, an antipasto salad with a selection of Italian meats and cheeses.
“This is delicious,” I said, chewing on a piece of provolone with Italian salami.
“I could eat like this for the rest of my life and die happy.”
“You are just full of surprises, Jesse. I had no idea you were such a foodie.”
“It comes from being on the road in Europe. I got tired of burgers and pizza so, instead of having the same old stuff every day, I decided to try something new. Seize the day.” He wiggled his eyebrows and cocked his right bicep forward.
“Carpe diem,” we said simultaneously and laughed.
I stared down at my lap and I was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of possessiveness. I didn’t want anyone or anything to monopolize his time but me. I knew it was ridiculous to think such a thing, but it simply popped up. Unable to stop them, crazy, irrational feelings of jealousy flitted through my body. Thoughts of his job taking him back to New York gripped at my stomach uncomfortably and made me squirm in my chair.
I hadn’t really anticipated this, him getting back into racing, or what it would entail. I had been so blinded by my desire for him that I had pushed those thoughts out of my mind, no - I hadn’t even allowed them in my brain at all.
The day I went to his house, when Chase told me he was packing for New York, he agreed to stay and give us a chance; but I hadn’t thought beyond that point in time. I hadn’t contemplated the future. How stupid of me. To think he would give up his career, to stay in California, for
I swallowed hard, coming back to myself, wondering if Jesse noticed my little flight of fantasy. I touched my hand lightly to my throat and blinked, redirecting my attention to Jesse’s voice.
“I love this restaurant. It reminds me of a little tavern I used to dine at when I was in Italy last year.”
Italy? Now that sounded super romantic.
“How long were you there?”
“A week. We had a few extra days between races so I stayed longer than normal. It was like a mini vacation. I can’t wait to go back.”
“It must be amazing, traveling the world and getting paid for it,” I said.
“You would think so, but most of the time you don’t see much, except for airports, hotel rooms and the track. It’s really not all it’s cracked up to be. I don’t do it for the travelling, sightseeing, or even the money. Racing is in my blood. I live for it. No matter how bad my day has been, when I get on that bike, my day is instantly so much better.” He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. “That’s why it was so frustrating for me to be injured,” he said casting his gaze towards the ocean view.
“Which do you like to race better, Supercross or Motocross? I mean, I don’t really know the difference.”
“Well, basically, Supercross was an offshoot of Motocross, it’s very similar in many ways. Like, Supercross tracks are more technical and not as fast as Motocross tracks, but with higher difficulty levels. And that adds to the risk of injuries, hence…” He held up his hand that had been injured and wiggled his fingers.
“When do you think you will be ready to race again?”
His eyes caught mine and he smiled. “It will be a while. First, I have to get back in shape. Get all the alcohol out of my system,” he chuckled. “I need several months of strength and endurance training. I definitely won’t be ready for Supercross season. That starts in about four months, so I’ll focus on Motocross, instead. The world championship doesn’t start until spring next year…anyway, plenty of time to get ready for that.”
The waiter brought us our appetizer, an antipasto salad with a selection of Italian meats and cheeses.
“This is delicious,” I said, chewing on a piece of provolone with Italian salami.
“I could eat like this for the rest of my life and die happy.”
“You are just full of surprises, Jesse. I had no idea you were such a foodie.”
“It comes from being on the road in Europe. I got tired of burgers and pizza so, instead of having the same old stuff every day, I decided to try something new. Seize the day.” He wiggled his eyebrows and cocked his right bicep forward.
“Carpe diem,” we said simultaneously and laughed.
I stared down at my lap and I was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of possessiveness. I didn’t want anyone or anything to monopolize his time but me. I knew it was ridiculous to think such a thing, but it simply popped up. Unable to stop them, crazy, irrational feelings of jealousy flitted through my body. Thoughts of his job taking him back to New York gripped at my stomach uncomfortably and made me squirm in my chair.
I hadn’t really anticipated this, him getting back into racing, or what it would entail. I had been so blinded by my desire for him that I had pushed those thoughts out of my mind, no - I hadn’t even allowed them in my brain at all.
The day I went to his house, when Chase told me he was packing for New York, he agreed to stay and give us a chance; but I hadn’t thought beyond that point in time. I hadn’t contemplated the future. How stupid of me. To think he would give up his career, to stay in California, for
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