Ty

My heart was in my throat when I turned away and practically ran from Sam. My lips were still tingling as I walked further and further away from him. It took every ounce of effort to not run back to him and kiss him again and again, until both of our lips were raw.

I just kissed Sam fucking Mayer. What the fuck is wrong with me!

I didn't look back even though I felt his eyes on me... I should, though, go back and explain to him why I kissed him. I couldn't... no, I couldn't face him again after this. I royally fucked up and now he's going to want nothing to do with me.

I was upset and angry after the wreck. Took everything I had not to cry when he was yelling at me because I had nothing to do with the causation of it. Of course Sam had to jump down my throat, always trying to degrade me for driving for my family. He has no idea how much shit I get and how hard it is for me to even get far in the sport.

No one wants to touch a driver with a huge name unless you're an Elliott, otherwise everyone thinks you have a silver spoon shoved up your ass like Austin Dillon.

I'm not like him or any other second or third generation driver. I'm better than that.

But of course Sam doesn't see that and he doesn't care.

My heart sank then realizing this. Sam doesn't care about me. I saw it in his eyes when he toyed with me after the wreck. Leaning in like he was going to kiss me and then laughed in my face. He played me like a fool I was.

I shouldn't have kissed him.

I shouldn't even allow these thoughts in my head. What was the fuck wrong with me?

I pushed back the tears that threatened to spill as my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I knew it was Sam without even looking. I pulled it out and turned off my phone and headed to the race shop.

It was my escape and the only place where I knew he wouldn't follow me.

By the time I pulled up to Joe Gibbs Racing I felt a little better. The shop was pretty much empty besides a few lingering crew members preparing the Cup cars for the season. I think they knew by the look on my face to not ask any questions. I was still processing the fact of how much of an idiot I was.

I mean! WHY?

Sam was giving me a heart filled apology. Nothing was fake about it! I stared at him in disbelief and wondered why someone like him would actually humble themselves and apologize. I honestly didn't expect it from him. He never apologized before...

Fuck, I bet he just feels sorry for me. That has to be it, no way he actually gave a fuck.

"Ty?" I twirled around and was shocked to see no other than the man that was occupying my thoughts.

"What the fuck are you doing here? And how did you even get in?"

"I've been trying to call you... and the door was open." He nodded his head over to where the door to the back of the shop was wide open. "Might wanna tighten up security around here, someone from another team could easily walk through and see what tricks you guys have." Sam smiled brightly at me with his hands in his pockets while he rocked back and forth on his heels.

"Still, you should go."

"No." I looked at him as his smile faded and gave me a serious look. "We need to talk." I laughed and rolled my eyes, walking away from him.

"We actually don't. You can leave. I'll see you on the track in about a month." I opened the door to a nearby empty office to try and distance myself but the moment I did, I was pushed through and Sam shut the door behind us.

I cursed loudly and narrowed my eyes at him when he locked the door and pulled down the blinds so no one could see us.

"The fuck, Mayer? Just leave me alone."

"I need to know why you kissed me." The words came out in a tumbled mess. I looked up at him and saw sweat on his brow. "Ty, please, don't fuck with me. Why did you kiss me?"

"Why do you even care? It was a mistake, I shouldn't have done it."

"A mistake?" I winced when I heard the hurt in his voice but yet I was shocked. "Oh. I get it, you're just fucking with me because of what I did to you. Gotcha."

In that moment I watched Sam's noticeably cheery self crumble into nothing but an outer shell. Fuck! Why am I always messing up? First I kissed him because I couldn't stop myself, the undeniable need overwhelmed me to the point where I just launched myself at him, not even thinking that he would like it.

Now I'm standing here telling him it's a mistake and he's hurt.

"Jokes on me, isn't it?" Sam laughed dryly and started to leave. "See ya around then, sorry to bother you."

Don't let him go!

I watched as the only person I secretly cared about walked out of the office, his shoulders hunched over and his head down. My feet felt like they were cemented into bricks, I tried to move them but I just stayed put.

I needed to go after him. If he walks away now, we'll never recover from this. He'll never look at me the same, he'll never joke with me or even want to work on track even though we are from different teams.

If he walks away now, I'll no longer have Sam in my life.

"Sam!" I cried out, running after him and so thankful he barely made it far. I grabbed his arm, pushed him into another empty office and crashed my lips to his.

I kissed him as hard as I could, molding my lips to his perfect ones. They were so plumb and soft underneath my touch. I pulled away and looked in his eyes. They were full of tears, which confirmed the worst.

I really broke his heart.

"It wasn't a mistake Sam. Kissing you wasn't a mistake. You're not a mistake, I want to kiss you over and over and...." It was Sam this time who cemented his lips to mine. I sighed, melting into him as his hands went to my neck and lower back to hold me into him.

I gasped when his tongue darted out to lick into my mouth and I allowed him with ease. We both moaned when they collided, his tongue was so warm and soft. I was starting to get dizzy kissing Sam and I had to pull away to catch my breath.

"What does this mean?" He whispered, resting his forehead on mine. "I'm so confused."

"What are you confused about?" Sam chuckled as his cheeks turned a bright pink color.

"How much I want to fuck you right now."