Saw a glimpse
Sadie’s POV
Did he ask me to come in or should I have waited a minute? That question keeps troubling me. What would he think of me now? I’d walked into his room, invading his privacy, and even caught a glimpse of him naked before he quickly grabbed his towel and started apologizing. But why was he apologizing to me? It was my fault for not listening properly and barging into his room while he was getting dressed. I nearly turned to leave, but he called me back.
"Sadie, where are you going?" he said.
It’s been over half an hour since I left Justin’s room, and the whole scene keeps playing in my mind.
When he told me to stay, not to leave the room, I was astounded. It felt like lightning had struck me. I hadn’t expected this, and I certainly can’t tell Daisy what I saw. Justin could see I felt awkward, guilty even, but didn’t know how to make it better. All he could do was come closer and hug me. I think he thought a hug would calm me down. But it’s all my fault. I should’ve paid more attention to what he said. I only wanted to see him, not what I saw in the end. Seeing him naked was definitely not what I’d imagined, and now, I couldn’t stop the tears. The guilt of seeing him like that, and Justin wanting to make me feel better, made me feel worse.
I couldn’t help but compare him to my ex. Leo didn’t have abs like Justin’s. His body looked like something every woman would want. I couldn’t even understand why Daisy’s mum left him. When he held me close, his chest pressed against mine, I had this wild thought – I wanted him to undress me. We were alone, and the bed was just there, covered in a rose-patterned sheet. I could picture myself on it, with him holding me close.
I was so lost in thoughts of Justin that I didn’t even hear Daisy enter the room.
"If I don’t find a fit man for you at the bar, I’m a failure," she said, standing in front of the mirror, putting on makeup.
"When did you come in? I didn’t notice you," I said without thinking.
She chuckled. "I’m not surprised. One look at a good-looking man, and you’d be lost."
She turned back to the mirror but smudged her makeup.
"Look what you made me do!" she said, turning to look at me.
"How’s that my fault?" I grinned and shrugged.
Daisy finished her makeup, then turned towards me again. I could tell she was eyeing my chest. Just earlier, we’d had a debate over whether or not I should wear a bra.
"You still wore the bra I told you not to wear," she said, slightly annoyed.
"And why wouldn’t I wear it? Am I trying to sell myself?" I snapped back.
"No, you’re not, but having a one-night stand might stop you from thinking about Leo all the time. I hate how you can’t get him out of your head."
"Daisy, I’m not thinking about Leo," I said firmly.
"Then who are you thinking about?" She stared at me, curious now.
I wanted to tell her. To admit that I’m not attracted to young men anymore. Older men, like Justin, are the ones who excite me now. But I hesitated. Would she understand? Would she judge me for it? I looked down and took her hand. She could tell I had something big to say.
"Daisy, I..." I started, but stopped. She encouraged me to go on.
"Say it. What’s on your mind?" she asked.
"Well... lately, I..." Again, I paused, and this time, Justin interrupted. He opened the door and stood there, one hand in his black trousers, wearing a sharp, striped shirt. He smiled when our eyes met, and in that moment, I was back in his room, imagining him without the towel again.
"What are you staring at?" Daisy asked, turning to the door.
"Is he following us?" I whispered to her.
"No," she whispered back. Then, for the first time, I dared to say, "Your dad looks so handsome."
I quickly covered my mouth, nervous about her reaction.
"I hear that all the time from women when I’m out with him," she replied casually. She didn’t seem bothered by it.
"Is he coming with us?" I asked.
"No," she said, turning to him. "Dad, are you going out?"
"Not at the moment," he replied. "But I’m waiting for a call, so I might go out later. I thought you two had already left."
"No, we’re just having a private chat," Daisy said. She gently shut the door and came back to me. I wasn’t ready to tell her what was really on my mind anymore.
"You can continue," she said.
"Continue what?"
"What you were going to say earlier," she reminded me.
"Oh, right. What I meant to say was, I’m not traveling tomorrow anymore."
"Are you serious?!" Daisy beamed, hugging me with joy, not even caring why I wasn’t leaving anymore. She was just glad I was staying.
"That means I can reschedule the picnic," she said excitedly.
"Did you cancel it before?" I asked.
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