YURI: Chapter 1 – Dark chocolate and melted marshmallows
The empty glass of Crown and Coke reminded Yuri she needed this vacation. They’d only landed an hour ago, and she’d already downed two glasses, was anticipating a third, and hoping by number four, she’d be numb to all the drama. The constant ringing of her cell phone triggered resentful emotions she normally wouldn’t feel towards her father. She needed space, and he refused to give it to her. Taking a deep breath, Yuri shoved her phone into her carry-on bag. I’m not going to spend this trip drowning my sorrows. She’d tackle her demons and make life-changing decisions after her trip. Right now, she needed to get the room key, change, and get her day started.
The sun’s rays kissed her skin, lending to the tropical atmosphere. A blend of coconut oil, salt water, fresh fruit, and the unique scent of fragrant blooms invaded her senses. Peace. Yuri took a deep breath as she walked into the front lobby of the resort. Dark browns with touches of orange gave the place a welcoming feel. There was the perfect amount of light highlighting the entrance. A curtain of water showered the side walls, decorated with a tropical mural. Yuri typically retreated to her room upon arriving. Not this trip. Exploring hit the top of her list while she vacationed. She had no intention of remaining behind closed doors.
“This is what I needed.”
Both of her friends, Naima and Leah, walked ahead toward the concierge. Only one room for the three of them. A junior bungalow suite that sat atop the water with its own ocean pool.
“Excuse me,” a deep voice boomed behind her. She didn’t turn around and refused to look. Instead, moved out of the man’s way. That his voice evoked images of dark chocolate drizzled over melted marshmallows meant one thing: bad news. Anytime a man’s voice reminded Yuri of food, one of two things happened. Either she created the flavor, or she took a taste. It’s what had happened with her last relationship. Thomas reminded her of caramelized sugar and butter. Yeah, and where did that get you? This man’s voice led to thoughts of simple ingredients. Two. Dark chocolate and marshmallows. A Bitter-sweet flavor melted over a cloud of decadent bliss. The perfect combination of sex and sin.
“Yuri, the room sleeps three,” Naima’s voice pulled her back to reality.
“If you can work with it, so can I. Otherwise, I can grab a separate room.”
“Girl, don’t be crazy, we’ve all slept in tight spaces, we can make this work. Besides, I don’t plan on living in my room. Do you?”
No, she didn’t.
She’d already made plans.
“I have an appointment for snorkeling, in,”—Yuri gazed at her Fitbit for the time— “an hour and a half. I’m gonna change out of my travel clothes and head on over to meet with the group.”
“All right, here’s the keycard.” Naima walked over and placed the card in her hand.
Snorkeling, hiking, and the chance to eat at Rudy’s held top spots on her to-do list. Time was her main ingredient.