Ninth installment. I'm running out of where to go with this so I'm just going...I want to make this last the two weeks of their holiday and I'm only on day two...
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The sun was still lingering on the horizon as we made our way along the beachfront. The sun didn't set here until gone nine and it could have only been about five or six from what I had gathered. Many people were still littering the beach and swimming in the sea I hadn't had a chance to go in yet. It almost seemed like the beach front was layered as there was row after row of parasols leading parallel to each other down to the water.
There were stacks of recliners dotted here and there but at this time of the day nobody seemed to be using them, though I could imagine they had been pretty hard to come by earlier. The coast here was undeniably nice and truly couldn't be described through words; it really had to be seen.
"You look pretty deep in thought," Sophie murmured at my side and I turned to watch her. She smiled at me before looking away. I wanted to say about how I'd done nothing but think since we'd met yesterday but it didn't exactly seem like a conversation carrying comment. However, annoyingly, it was true and I hadn't been able to rest my brain from its immense amount of thought. Right now we were acting like two people just strolling casually along the beach in a country very different from our own but I knew neither of us could deny the previous night's events or how they had made us feel. I didn't know whether it meant I liked girls or just wanted to experiment. Everyone experiments right? I had a friend who had gone to University and had a threesome. That's experimenting right? I sighed and brushed down the front of my dress.
"Sorry," I muttered finally, realising I wasn't being the best of company by keeping myself all locked up in my mind.
"For what?" She chuckled, slowing to a halt so she could stand beside me. I watched her with idle intrigue before shrugging and stepping past her to keep walking. I heard her laugh before resuming walking, her sandals making small sounds on the concrete walkway. We kept going in silence, not having anything to say together at that moment but still managing to avoid the subject of the previous night. It would have been more awkward but the buzz of vehicles and voices around us kept up background sounds, meaning we could not talk and have it remain comfortable. Despite this, I wanted to talk. I bit my lip and glanced at her out of the corner of my eyes.
"Do you want to get a drink?" I asked slowly, wondering whether she'd dismiss the idea. I shouldn't be worried; she had no reason to say no. She'd invited me after all. Yes Sian, my mind teased, after you mentally begged her to.
"I won't say no," She said in a rather perky sing song voice. I felt a smile break across my face.
We sat bare footed on the sand, running our fingers through the soft grains. Instead of just a drink we'd gone for a quick bite to eat then made our way back down to the shore. The darkness was just beginning to set in and the lights from the buildings behind us were casting a glow on the flat surface of the ocean. Had someone asked me what I was going to do on holiday I would never have been able to tell them I'd be sitting on a beach with the girl I reckoned was probably the most attractive person ever. I moved my hand again and felt a jolt shoot up my limb when instead of sand my fingers brushed flesh. When I glanced up Sophie was watching me, a calm smile on her lips.
"I had fun last night," She whispered. I nodded dumbly and began to idly draw a shape on the back of her hand with my finger.
"Me too," I replied, giving a nervous giggle. I didn't know why I felt nervous but I did. My eyes flickered up to hers and I was taken aback when I saw the sincerity in them. For a few moments I thought she was going to break out in one of those long speeches about meeting me and last night but I sourly reminded myself those things never happened and ceased to exist out the world of movies. Normal people didn't meet each other by chance and fall in love.
I wanted to ask her how she was feeling but didn't want to approach it head on. God, I don't make sense half the time and I really did miss the days when your feelings only consisted of a stupid little crush on the nerdy kid in primary school. Life shouldn't be this complex with all these bollocky bullshite emotions. "Did you mean it when you said I was beautiful?" I muttered. Oh my lord, what the hell had I just asked? I blushed furiously and looked away sharply.
The redness of my face only deepened when I heard her laugh. Oh god, she was humouring me.
"Yes,"
I was stunned.
Slowly, I turned back to her and searched her eyes for any sign of a lie. I found no sign. "I think you are," She added when I didn't look like I believed her. I bit my lip and flickered my gaze between those gorgeous eyes and that all too kissable mouth. She seemed to realise where I was looking as one of her hands slid up the side of my leg, allowing her body to turn more towards mine.
"Sian?" A voice asked from behind us.
I nearly died for so many different reasons in that moment.
I turned sharply in the direction of the voice, ready to slaughter whoever had deprived me of an intimate moment with my holiday beauty. Charlie was stood under one of the parasols, observing us both with a confused look. I swallowed.
"Is there something we can help you with?" Sophie snapped at my side and I almost laughed at the pure irritation she didn't bother to hide in her tone.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to go to dinner, Sian," He blurted but seemed to notice Sophie's gaze on him. If looks could kill. "But it's obvious you're a little busy," He added. I opened my mouth to speak but
found no words. Sophie was watching me, I could feel it.
"I am," I stammered finally. He nodded and pushed his hands into his pockets. Why did I have to think about this? I sighed and looked back toward the ocean. Sophie let out a long breath at my side and flopped her arms over her bent up knees.
"Do you get around this much on all your holidays?" She asked finally. She added a chuckle to her words but I could still hear a small pang of...was that hurt?
"Never," I replied quickly, hoping the statement came out as true as it was. I turned to her and let my eyes examine the side of her face. She really was beautiful. I leant across and ran my fingertips up her arm. I loved touching her.
For a few moments she just kept looking out at the waves lapping at the shore. "Look at me," I breathed, my fingers lacing around her arm and squeezing slightly. She nodded and did as I said. "I don't know what's going on," I admitted finally, moving up onto my knees. The sand caved beneath my weight.
"Or how I'm feeling," I furthered.
I opened my mouth to speak some form of bullshit again but before I knew what was happening there were fingertips at the back of my neck and I was being pulled forward.
I collapsed rather unceremoniously onto her as our lips met but she didn't seem to care.
Ninth chapter :D There you are.
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