He doesn't want me
Author’s pov
Sadie’s heart raced as Justin unexpectedly took her right hand in his, sending a jolt of romantic shock through her body. She hadn’t anticipated the touch, and now, here she was, standing in the middle of his sitting room, her mind turning uncontrollably. The half-full glass of wine in her other hand suddenly felt heavier, her fingers gripping the glass tightly as she tried to steady herself and her breath.
Justin hadn’t said much, but his actions spoke volumes. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows on the walls, making everything feel more intimate than it actually was. As if sensing her need for more, Sadie tilted her head slightly and asked, “Can you help me put my hair back? I’m still holding my wine.”
The question was innocent enough, but beneath it, a world of hidden desires simmered. Sadie smiled softly as Justin stepped closer, standing directly in front of her. His fingers brushed lightly against her face as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and her skin tingled at the contact.
"Can you tie it all together at the back?" she asked again, her voice a little softer this time, almost like a whisper.
Without hesitation, Justin moved behind her. His hands were gentle as they gathered her hair, tying it in a simple knot at the back of her head. Sadie closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the way his fingers felt against her scalp, the way his closeness made her pulse quicken. When he stepped back, it felt like a loss, a sudden coldness in the space where he had just been.
“Is that all?” Justin’s voice broke through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and gave a small smile, though inside she wanted so much more than what she was getting. “Hmm… for now,” she responded, her tone teasing but her heart aching for something she couldn’t quite say aloud.
Before she could even think of what to do next, Justin’s phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket, glanced at the screen, and answered, his expression shifting as his focus left her entirely.
“Charles… It’s been a while,” he said, walking away from her as he headed toward the stairs. “You received my message?”
And just like that, the moment was gone. Sadie stood alone in the middle of the room, watching him disappear up the staircase. Her smile faded, her chest tightening with frustration. The way he had walked away, so easily distracted by a phone call, left her feeling hollow. The warmth from their brief interaction quickly dissolved, replaced by an unsettling emptiness.
Sadie let out a deep sigh and set her glass of wine down on the table. She couldn’t shake the growing sense of dissatisfaction. “He was the one who kept refilling my glass,” she muttered to herself, pacing the room. “Now I’m tipsy, and he just leaves me like this?”
Her thoughts went left and right as she paced, her emotions flickering between anger and confusion. She didn’t want to admit it, but she had wanted Justin’s attention in ways she hadn’t even realized until that very moment. “Why doesn’t he see me that way anymore? What changed? Did I do something wrong?”
Sadie paused, her gaze catching her reflection in a nearby mirror. Her face was slightly flushed from the wine, and her eyes were hazy with a mix of alcohol and disappointment. A memory flashed in her mind—earlier that evening, when Justin had looked at her, his eyes lingering just a little too long on her lips while Daisy and her boyfriend had shared a kiss nearby.
“Was he… was he actually thinking about me?” she whispered, staring at her own reflection. She had felt something then, hadn’t she? Or was she imagining it? She had leaned in, parted her lips slightly, hoping for a kiss when he tucked her hair back. But nothing had happened. Why hadn’t he kissed her? Couldn’t he read the signals?
With a groan, Sadie turned away from the mirror and plopped onto the couch, resting her head in her hands. Her thoughts were running wild, and the wine wasn’t helping. She knew she was leaving tomorrow—traveling to meet a man she had been talking to online, someone who had promised to sweep her off her feet.
“Maybe that’s what I need,” she murmured to herself. “Someone who understands romance… someone who won’t leave me hanging.”
As the thought crossed her mind, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She hadn’t remet this man yet, but their conversations had been filled with promise, flirtation, and excitement. He was someone who could give her what she craved—attention, passion and love. Someone who wouldn’t leave her feeling like an afterthought, like Justin had just done.
Sadie sat up and reached for her bag. She pulled out a pen and a small piece of paper, setting them on the coffee table. Her mind buzzed with questions she wanted to ask this new man when they finally met. Scribbling them down felt like a way to organize her chaotic thoughts.
“Does he love me? Does he have a family? Will he introduce me to his child if he has one? What are his intentions?”
She paused, staring at the list. What did she even want from him? Was this just a way to fill the void Justin had left in her heart?
Her thoughts drifted back to Justin. The way he had walked away so easily after holding her hand, after touching her hair. She shook her head, trying to push the frustration away. “He doesn’t want me,” she whispered bitterly.
Still holding the pen, she absentmindedly tapped it against the paper. But another thought crept into her mind, one she couldn’t ignore. “What if… what if I introduce him to Daisy? Can I really do that?”
She stood up abruptly, shaking off the thought. Her head was starting to spin, and she needed to clear her mind. Without thinking, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and underwear as she made her way to the bathroom.
As the water from the shower poured over her, a new worry bubbled up.
"How am I going to introduce him to my mom? Won’t she say he’s as old as Dad?"
The thought made her freeze in place under the shower.
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