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Margaret entered the room. He quickly crossed the space between them, mowing down everyone in his path, to give his mother a quick hug. Then he picked up Amara and swung her around, planting a huge kiss on her lips.
    "My favorite training buddy," he yelled out, before placing her feet back on the ground.
    "You are ridiculous. You know I've done nothing to help you train," she said, giving his chest a playful shove. "But congratulations. You earned this, and it was amazing to watch!"
    "No, you've done more to help me than you could know," he said so quietly that only she could hear. "And once I'm done with all the official congratulating, I plan to come to your hotel room and do some very unofficial celebrating, if you know what I mean. Wait up for me."
    She could only nod before a troop of handlers appeared and whisked him away, no doubt leading him towards the podium. Her body trembled at the thought of the 'celebrating' they were going to do that night. But her heart also ached a bit, knowing it was probably the last time they'd see each other.
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    L ater that night , Amara sat crossed legged on her hotel bed, an empty pizza box next to her. Her makeup had long been taken off, and she wore only a small pair of white gym shorts and a black tank top. The TV droned mindlessly in the background, images of smiling athletes flashing by.
    She'd spent the last two hours writing up short articles for her boss, highlighting the day's events. After writing about wrestling, gymnastics and archery, she had just one left to type up - the story of Thomas’ win. However, no matter how long she stared at her laptop, the words refused to write themselves.
    "Damn, what do I even say? 'Thomas Clark wins gold in the 400-meter freestyle. Also wins first place in having an amazing cock.' Yeah, that'll go over super well with my readers.”
    Amara rubbed her eyes exhaustedly. She had stayed up well past midnight hoping Thomas would arrive like promised, but there had been no sign of him. Not that she blamed him - he was probably having the night of his life drinking champagne down at the athlete's exclusive bar.
    "He doesn't owe me anything. We barely know each other, so I shouldn't expect him to come up here and give me some tearful goodbye," she mumbled.
    She didn't even know if she wanted an emotional farewell. Thomas had gotten under her skin, making her brain feel fuzzy. His brashness, his cocky banter, his enthusiasm about pretty much everything - she liked it all. She was falling for him, and she was afraid of what she might say he if showed up at her door.
    "May as well give up. He isn’t coming.”
    She knocked the pizza box off the bed, got under the covers, and put out the light. She stared up at the dark ceiling, trying not to think about Thomas. She was failing terribly.
    KNOCK. KNOCK.
    She looked towards the door, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Apprehension doubled in her stomach - he was out there, wanting to see her. He might break her heart with a single word. Would it be better to just ignore him and try to forget they ever met?
    KNOC.K KNOCK.
    "Come on Amara, I know you are in there," came Thomas' voice, slightly slurred.
    Reluctantly, she pulled herself out from her safe cocoon and made the trek to the door. Taking a deep breath, she swung open the door and found herself face to face with Thomas. They stood locked in place for a second, his eyes drinking her up piece by piece, and her staring at him in fear.
    "You are too beautiful for words," he said at last, reaching out to grab her around the waist.
    "Thomas," she said, her voice quivering between reproachful and thankful.
    Her insides were a mess, and she knew he could sense it. He looked at her with concern, his grey eyes soft and tender. The super star, world-class champion was gone. Before her was just Thomas, a guy with his hands on her waist and her name on his lips.
    "Did you really think I would introduce you to my mom if I had any intention of letting you go?"