I throw the towel over my naked body once more, the sunlounger clacking as I move, almost repeating the incident of it eating me alive. Ollie hovers at the bottom of my bed, sunglasses pushed up onto the top of his head. His eyes bore into mine, steadfastly looking only at me, and not at the naked people around us.
‘I was in the area.’
Ollie perches on the end of my bed, and it moves dangerously. His hands splay out, as if to steady himself.
‘Weight distribution, move up a bit.’
I move my feet so that he can move closer, and he turns to the side, looking down at the floor. ‘You enjoying yourself?’
‘You’ve seen me naked before.’
Ollie blushes. ‘Yeah.’
‘But obviously now…’
‘Right.’
‘I mean, you did come to my nudist hotel.’
‘All right, Will, I know.’
‘Hello.’
I freeze, turning as if in slow motion. Lydia stands before us, thankfully clothed. ‘Hi.’
‘This is him?’ She points at Ollie, staring at me.
‘Uh… Hi,’ Ollie says.
‘Do you want me to remove him?’
‘What?’ I ask.
‘Is she for real?’ Ollie asks.
‘Is this man bothering you?’ she asks this to Ollie.
‘I came to see him.’
‘Oh, is that so?’ Lydia places her hands on her hips. ‘And what are you talking about?’
‘Lydia, please. None of your business,’ I say.
But Lydia takes it upon herself to sit across from us, eyes narrowed. ‘I’ve been told all about you.’
Ollie leans back. ‘By Will?’
‘Oh, yes, by Will. You have a history?’
My hand covers my face. ‘Lydia, please.’
‘You’re telling people about me?’ Ollie asks.
‘I’d rather not go over this?—’
‘You should have seen his booking. It was tragic.’
Ollie laughs. ‘How so?’
