Catherine's eyes were already on her as Sara finally stepped out of the bathroom. She met Catherine's gaze momentarily, flashing a shy smile before averting her eyes, then set about gathering her clothes, blushing again as she picked up her bra from the side of the bed. She felt Catherine continue to watch her, as she waited nervously for the tiny woman to speak. Instead, Catherine turned and got up, pulling the sheet with her and wrapping it around herself.
"I won't take long," Catherine said flatly, gathering her clothes as well. "You settle the bill while I clean up?"
"Sure," Sara nodded, as Catherine disappeared into the bathroom.
Oh, please, pile on a little more confusion.
Sara put on her bra, shirt, and pants, opting to forgo the soiled panties. Not really sure what else to do with them, she shoved them into her pocket. Fishing into her other pocket she found a hair tie, and pulled her damp hair into a ponytail before heading to the main desk.
Outside, Sara inhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh air, hoping maybe that would help clear her head.
It didn't.
With a defeated sigh, she made her way back to the lobby.
"Sleep well?" asked the same man from behind the desk. Does this guy ever go home? Sara wondered.
"Uh, yea, thanks. Slept fine," Sara replied, head still filled with all the other activities that had taken place in that bed. Please, don't say the whole day is going to be like this! Sara pleaded silently, realizing every little thing she'd seen or heard was bringing her thoughts back to the same place.
By the time Sara finished, Catherine was waiting for her in the Denali, fishing makeup out of her purse as she touched up her face in the rearview mirror. Sara sighed, knowing the moment she was dreading had finally arrived. They still had a good half hour ahead of them before they got back to Vegas. That's an eternity to spend trapped in an enclosed space with a woman you can barely make eye contact with.
As Sara slid into the passenger's seat, Catherine continued to fuss with her makeup, barely acknowledging she'd seen her enter. Frowning slightly at the mirror, Catherine sighed and tossed her makeup back into her purse. Sara didn't see what she was so upset about; she looked perfect, even despite the circumstances.
"Let's go," Catherine puffed, starting the car and immediately flipping on the radio. Joan Jett's voice poured out of the speakers:
"Do you wanna touch?
Do you wanna touch me there?
Where? There…".
Sara cringed at the song as she heard Catherine's voice in her head, Do you want me to touch you, Sara? She'd asked. I want you to touch me, Catherine.
Catherine seemed to have a similar reaction to the song as she quickly changed the station, much to Sara's relief. It is definitely going to be one of those days, Sara thought, and this is going to be one long drive back to Vegas…