The Story So Far

14. In Which She Loses Her Virtue

This chapter has mature content: sex, swearing, and violence may occur. Read in your own risk! Skip this chapter if you don't like reading about eroticas.

We got out of the airplane, Amy tugging on my hoodie's sleeves, "Yes?"

"You're back again, aren't you?" she squealed, clapping her hands together.

Britt tutted, but laughed anyways, "Just look at her eyes, it's all written there."

"What do you mean it's all written there?" I pulled my hoodie over, exposing my white tank top, my skater skirt revealing my legs. The heat was warming my pale skin, relaxing me.

Amy laughed, "Come on, Travis begged me to exchange places with him so he can talk to you."

"Oh," Britt added, "and may I just add, we saw everything."

Amy nodded, "Even the deep kiss."

Brittaney made a face, "Yuck."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever, you guys."

They both cracked up laughing.

We reached our cottages which were painted white. Inside was painted blue and white. Everything looked charming. Pink roses were propped beautifully onto a glass vase. The two separate queen size beds were covered in white duvet. A huge window was punched into the middle, giving us the view of the deep blue ocean.

Amy plopped down on the bed, "I wish I was paired up with Cameron," she looked up at me, "no offense."

"None taken," I said, sitting down on the bed myself. I inhaled the fresh air resonating from the ocean.

"Do you think we can go for a swim?" I chided in.

She rushed to the open window, her eyes popping at how blue the ocean is, "Duh!"

"There's going to be a feast later tonight, huh?" I asked.

She nodded, "There's going to be candle lights, fireworks, lavenders, music!" She dozed on dreamily about the feast errupting tonight.

Amy smoothed down her dress, "Do you want to go down to the boutique? I heard they sell really cute bracelets and accessories!"

She jumped up and down, ecstatic, "Please, please, please, please."

I laughed, "Yeah ok."

I patted my skirt into place, grabbed my body bag off the bed and bounced out of the house with Amy chattering everything she knew about the country. The cobbled streets looked beautiful, everything looked so white and so blue. And water gleamed against the walls of the white houses as the sun hit it, staining the sky with a twinge of purple.

Amy pulled me into the boutique, my heels clacking loudly against the pavement. The boutiques displayed shirt upon shirt, shoes upon shoes, jewelries, and as promised the wonderful handiwork of bracelets and accessories.

I traced my finger around the bracelets and anklets displayed majestically around the table.

Amy squealed beside me, picking up a turquoise colored bracelet, diamonds dotted around it, a heart tangling in the middle, "This looks so perfect!" The storekeeper smiled at her enthusiasm. She walked around the table and helped fastened it around her wrist. A smile grew onto her face and told the storekeeper that she'd take it.

The storekeeper walked back around the table, handing Amy her change. Amy smiled and fascinated over her bracelet. I turned my gaze back down on the table, just when I spotted a matching light pink and dark blue hand made braded bracelets. It was braided so perfectly that it caught my attention so abruptly.