The sun cast a golden hue over Antalya as Natasha, Christiane, and Marion found themselves hoping to enjoy themselves as much as possible. Christiane continued to feel like a bit of a mediator while the other two had mixed emotions.
As they embarked on their vacation experiences, curiosity brewed within both Natasha and Marion. Each couldn’t help but steal glances at one another at times, their eyes betraying the unspoken desire to reconnect and rediscover the bond they had once shared but hesitant to do so.
At the beach, Marion couldn’t help but delight in Natasha’s playful energy as she happily danced in the wind as they built sandcastles and dipped their toes in the cool, turquoise waters. Natasha’s infectious energy shone through, and Marion found herself drawn to her lively spirit, admiring the way she fearlessly embraced the unfamiliar world around her even though she tried to hide it. Natasha looked great although Marion wasn’t sure it was in a sexual way. Sexually attracted to her or not, she admired her sparkling emerald green eyes and long dark wavy hair.
In the evenings, they ventured into the vibrant streets of Antalya, sampling local delicacies at charming restaurants. The air crackled with a mix of excitement and restraint as they engaged in lively conversations, trying their best to conceal their curiosity about one another. Each word exchanged carried an undercurrent of unspoken longing—a yearning to bridge the divide that had once separated them.
Natasha, being the prankster that Marion remembered her to be, would sometimes get a little close to her and it was obvious to her that it was intentional. Natasha was having fun trolling her but she didn’t mind even though it was a bit annoying at the same time.
Nighttime brought them to lively entertainment venues, where the music filled the air and lights illuminated the dance floor. Marion and Natasha couldn’t help but steal glances, their eyes meeting fleetingly, silently acknowledging the palpable connection that lingered between them.
“Wanna dance?” Natasha asked Marion with a playful wink in her eye, voice raised so she could be heard over the music.
Marion gave her a scolding look while Christiane gave her a little swat on the arm. “Why don’t you go dance?” Christiane said.
“Okay,” Natasha said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice as she put her drink down and sauntered onto the dance floor. She turned to face Christiane and Marion as she began to dance to the upbeat tune that was playing.
This girl really is full of surprises, Marion thought to herself when she saw that Natasha was actually a pretty good dancer. Christiane clapped and nodded approvingly while Marion pretended she didn’t even notice.
The week passed much the same. They enjoyed swimming, sunbathing, dancing, dining, and even a little shopping. One day they threw in a trip to the spa.
“Are you sure you’re not giving her any money?” Marion asked Christiane in private one day.
“Yes, I’m sure. I would tell you if I was. She’s paying for everything on her own. Why?”
“I’m just surprised she can afford all this.”
“Other than for plane tickets and food, she’s not spending much more money than what those things cost. We’ve been bartering for the most part. She pays for staying with me by way of cooking and cleaning and believe me I really do appreciate the help. Much more free time this way.”
“I don’t mean to sound like your mother, Christiane, but I know you miss Daniel,” Marion said referring to Christiane’s ex who had dumped her a few months ago for a younger woman, “and you miss having someone around to chat with and all that but please be careful.”
Christiane stopped and looked her friend in the eye. “Do you have a bad feeling about her or something? Like do you feel like something is off?”
Marion thought for a moment. “Well, not really. I don’t know much of what’s been going on in her life.”
“Well, I do,” Christiane answered, annoyance beginning to sound in her voice. And if you’d like to know too, why don’t you just ask her?”
Because I don’t want to take a chance of getting too attached to someone I’ll probably never see again whether she’s got anything to hide or not, Marion thought to herself, not knowing she was just a few hours away from being beyond sorry that she ever joined them on this trip.
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