Taken aback, Chase stammers, “I…I didn’t—”
“You beat me,” Rory reiterates. “No one else out there can say that. So if you weren’t focused on the race when you were on the starting block like you should’ve been, then just what the f**k were you thinking about?”
For a long moment, Chase stares at him. Rory glares back, daring him to answer, daring him to mention what happened in the pool during their morning practice. Maybe once the words are spoken, they can move past them somehow, move beyond the physical to see if anything else might happen between them. If either even wants anything else. Rory doesn’t know what he wants yet, but he’d like to put an end to the way he’s feeling now, all torn up and scattered around inside, and if moving forward in any direction with Chase will help settl
