At last, our battle towards the World Championships was finally over. All those years and months of hard work, the pain, sweat and tears, they all lead up to this moment right here. Clasping onto our gold medals and flashing our teeth at every camera. Gymnastics was all that we had, and all that we'd ever known really.
At 22 years old, we could count the number of times we got drunk on the tips of our fingers, and we certainly did not have a normal lifestyle growing up. Between the strict diet and the long hours of training, we didn't have much time to have fun outside the gym. So Eve and I instantly became friends, trying to make the best out of what we had.
We moved in together about 3 years ago, and despite all of our differences, it has worked out pretty well. I was a bit more shy and reserved than Eve, and I had only been out on a couple of dates, so my love and sex life were particularly dry. On the other hand, Eve was very outspoken and energetic, the type of girl who'd attract everyone's interest, no matter where we went.
She was slightly taller than me, and no matter what she was doing, she always looked elegant and sharp. After practice, she would always pull the scrunchie off of her hair, and a long wave of brown curls would bounce around her back. Her eyebrows were plucked to perfection at all times, and her light brown eyes had a sparkle that shone through her long lashes. The poutiness on her lips made her look both innocent and guilty at the same time, and she could get her way without even saying a word.
As we made our way to the hotel room, we spoke about all the things we wanted to do now that the championships were over. We've been kept away from anything entertaining for the past year, so we were both eager to behave like typical twenty-year-olds do. Get drunk, party, have sex with strangers, eat shitty food and chill in our pyjamas all day.
While I was closing our door, I heard Eve shouting from the bathroom "Let's take a bath before we go out!"
"Nah.. let's shower it's quicker I really want to go out and have a good time tonight Eve."
"Yeah, and we will Becks, but we deserve to relax before anything else. Come on! I've already turned on the tap. And the bathtub here is amazing, it's practically a hot tub with all the jets it has. Come on, we must try it."
I sighed and bit my lip as a smile was starting to creep up over my face. Eve was right, we did deserve a break, and the bathtub sounded like a fantastic way to get rid of all our stress.
"Ok, ok. But if we're having a bath, I'm popping the champagne! Get in, I'll get two glasses."
I ran to my luggage, grabbed the champagne bottle and two plastic cups, and made my way back to the bathroom. Eve was already sitting in the tub covered with soap and bubbles by the time I arrived, so I left the bottle on the side and climbed in without wanting to waste any more time. As I put my feet in, I, felt the warm water wrapping itself around my skin, easing any tension I had built up in my muscles.
"Come here, it's the best spot for the jets," she said, pointing to the middle of the tub.
I did as she suggested, and oh my god that felt amazing. The water pressure was hitting against my legs and my back, jiggling against my muscles.
