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her gut twisted. Thomas looked so handsome standing by his coach. Especially when it came to the tiny blue speedo that was barely covering his junk. Amara took a long glance at the bulge before trying to focus on the race preparations.
    "Who are you rooting for, dear?" an older woman next to her asked softly. The lady had shortly cropped grey hair and a kind expression on her face.
    "Thomas Clark," Amara replied, trying to plaster a smile on her face. "I really hope he gets the gold!"
    "Oh, Thomas gave you a ticket?" The lady got a slight smile on her face. "I'm happy to meet any friend of his. I'm his mother, Margaret. Do you help him train?"
    Blood rushed to Amara's face, and she stuttered trying to reply. Thomas had given her a ticket next to his mother? Sure, maybe he only got so many 'friends and family' seats, but did he really think it was a good idea to put his hook-up next to his mom? If the poor woman only knew that Amara was indeed helping Thomas train: by riding his dick like a madwoman.
    The more Amara floundered in making a reply, the wider Margaret grinned. She eventually reached out and patted Amara's knee in a kindly way. "Ah, I see you are more than just a friend. Well, that makes me especially glad to meet you. Thomas hasn't let me meet a girlfriend of his in ages."
    Amara was saved from having to explain anything further about her complicated relationship with Thomas by the official blowing a whistle. The swimmers quickly made their way to their starting blocks. Thomas looked completely at ease as he swung his arms wide a few times, loosening up his muscles. He shot a last look into the crowd, his eyes zeroing in on Amara for just a second.
    His look shot straight to her heart, and she almost gasped out loud as his gaze raked over her body. How a single man's gaze, in a crowded room in front of a thousand people, could make her feel so incredibly beautiful - and also naked - was a mystery. But once again, his charisma swept her off her feet.
    Thomas and the other swimmers then crouched down into their starting positions. The whole room held its breath, the walls dripping with heat and anxiety. There was a long moment of silence; then the buzzer sounded, and they were off.
    Amara lost herself in the excitement. She was on her feet screaming until her lungs ached as Thomas flew through the water. Right beside her, Margaret was doing the same, and soon both women were jumping up and down in excitement as Thomas took the lead. The seconds flew by as he dominated the competition, easily outpacing them with his wide, powerful strokes.
    Margaret reached over to clutch Amara's hand as he neared the finish line. Together, they yelled wildly as Thomas hit the wall, claiming the gold. As Amara looked over at Margaret, she noticed tears streaming down the older woman's face. Only then did the reporter realize she was crying too.
    As the swimmers began to get out of the pool, Margaret gave Amara a big hug. "Let's go backstage; they'll let us meet with him there shortly before the medal ceremony."
    "Do you think they'll let me back there? I'm not family. In fact, I’m technically supposed to be in the press area right now. Maybe you should go alone."
    Margaret set her face firmly, and Amara suddenly realized where Thomas got his determination and drive. "Nonsense. They wouldn't dare say no. Besides, he'll want you there. You are his lucky charm it seems."
    Amara allowed herself to be led away by the feisty older woman, still apprehensive. Would Thomas want to see her? They had a magnetic attraction, sure. But this was one of the biggest moments of his life. She felt like an imposter forcing her way into a sacred situation. In her mind, there was no way that he'd care one way or another if she was present when he got the medal.
    Those doubts melted away as soon as she walked into the greeting area.
    Thomas, looking remarkably fresh for a man who had just won an Olympic gold medal, whooped happily as soon as Amara and