Page 59 of Floored By Love

“Honestly?”

Oh fuck.

“Nah, I’m fuckin’ with you, Cam. You were a little jealous at the club, but I don’t think Luke noticed. You fell asleep in the cab. It was worse when we got back to the village.”

I took the pills and chugged the Gatorade. “Where’s my medal?!” I asked, panicking.

“Right here.” Colton stood up and retrieved it from the living area.

I slammed my head back onto the pillow, relieved.

“Come on, let’s get you into the shower. You’ll feel better.”

Reluctantly, I swung my legs out from under the blankets and slowly stood up. “Did you undress me last night?” I asked.

“You must’ve done that yourself. I just took you to the be-”

Colton caught me as I stumbled over my clothes on the floor.

“I’m gonna walk you to the shower.”

“Oh, my god...I’m sorry if I said something about my dick to you last night,” I blurted out, trying to cover it on the way to the bathroom.

“You and I both know one hand ain’t gonna hide that dick.”

I laughed and pulled my hand away, aware that my dick was more awake than me, especially with the attention from Colton.

“And if you wanted me bent over, you missed your chance. This ass is Zeph’s now.”

I pulled ahead of his reach, knowing the thought of Colton in that position was about to make things harder.

I turned the shower on, then poked my head out . “Did I really say that?”

“Among other things.”

“I’m so sorry, Colton.”

“It’s all good. At least you ain’t commode-hugging, knee-walking drunk.”

Oh God.

I turned around and got to the toilet just in time.

“Guess I spoke too soon. Sorry, Cam.”

“Oh God, it’s purple.”

“Festive.”

Luckily, I only puked once, and I felt much better after the shower. I was starving, in fact.

Colton and I were in the dining hall and I had a plate filled with whole wheat toast, scrambled eggs, two giant pancakes, some sausage, and a bagel with cream cheese. I figured I earned it after yesterday.

A few athletes came up to us while we were eating and congratulated me.

“It was so suspenseful,” one woman said. “I don’t know how you can handle the pressure. Seeing those scores there the whole time.”

I nodded and smiled. That was the sport. Pressure all the time. I still wasn’t sure how it went so well. It must be all the training and hard work, because I had no other ideas. Other than the coin.