Riley
The atmosphere was electric, the very air crackled with it as I found my place with the other journalists, fanning myself with my hand to try and cool my face. I had never felt or seen anything quite like this. But then again I had never been to an Olympic final before.
I was strangely nervous on Elliot’s behalf , in fact I was so nervous I hated to think what he was going through but when my eyes caught sight of him finally he looked calm and composed. Rolling his wide shoulders that his tracksuit jacket did nothing to hide. He wasn’t looking at me, his whole attention was to the team that surrounded him so I let my eyes linger a little while on him. He really was a classically beautiful man. As if he could feel the weight of my eyes on him , he turned slightly and a small smil
