A Lost Love

The group reached the sled run, where the pristine snow glistened in the moonlight. The sleds were lined up, waiting for their eager riders. The adrenaline kicked in as they each took their positions on the sleds. The initial push sent them hurtling down the slope, shrieks of joy echoing through the mountain night. The sensation of the cold air rushing past, coupled with the exhilarating speed, created an unforgettable experience.

"Let's do doubles!" Logan's excitement echoed in the crisp winter air. His eyes gleamed mischievously as he glanced at Olivia. "Olivia can ride with me," he declared, his tone suggestive.

Ethan's jaw clenched at the implication. "Like hell," he retorted, his possessiveness evident. "She's all mine."

A smirk played on Logan's lips as he turned to Jenna. "Well, I guess that means you're stuck with me, sunshine," he teased, his voice laced with a hint of challenge.

Jenna's heart raced as Logan drew closer, his presence commanding attention. She caught a whiff of his earthy scent mixed with a hint of snow, a combination that intoxicated her senses. He enveloped her in his arms, holding her tightly as they descended the hill. It wasn't just the dizzying ride that left her breathless; it was the undeniable allure of his proximity, stirring a tumult of emotions within her.

As they made their way down the slippery slope, Olivia felt Ethan's arms firmly wrapped around her waist, keeping her steady. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, his warm breath sending a wave of sensation through her body. "With all this snow around us, you'd expect to be cold, but my heart is on fire for you, my love." His words sparked a rush of excitement in Olivia, not because of the chilly winter air but because of the intensity of his desire. She could feel something firm pressing against her back, causing her own body to heat up as well.

After each run, they couldn't contain their laughter, and their rosy cheeks clearly showed their pure joy. The unexpectedness of the evening had become a cherished memory, forever etched in the snowy beauty of the mountains. When it was all over, they were exhausted but eagerly seeking a good night's rest to ease the aches and pains from their spontaneous adventure.

Light gently filtered through the curtains the following day as Ethan woke Olivia with a tender kiss on her forehead. He spoke softly, his warm breath brushing against her skin, "Good morning, beautiful. Logan and I are heading to the slopes early. I thought you and Jenna might enjoy some relaxation, so I booked spa appointments for both of you."

Olivia's eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile graced her lips. She stretched languidly and then pulled Ethan in for a lingering kiss. "You're amazing, Ethan. Thank you for thinking of us."

As Ethan prepared to leave for the slopes, he hugged Olivia. Feeling a mix of gratitude and affection, Olivia looked into Ethan's eyes. "I'll miss you," she admitted, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. 

Ethan smiled, "I'll be thinking of you on the slopes, but enjoy your spa day. You deserve every moment of it."

Olivia prepared for her spa appointment as Ethan left for his skiing adventure. She reveled in the quiet moments, cherishing Ethan's thoughtful gesture. The day promised serenity and rejuvenation, a stark contrast to the thrill of the mountain slopes, and Olivia eagerly embraced the prospect of relaxation.

Olivia and Jenna enjoyed the spa's ambiance. The soothing aroma of lavender and eucalyptus greeted them. Soft instrumental music played in the background, adding to the tranquil atmosphere. The dim lighting and plush furnishings instantly put them at ease as they checked in for their appointments. They were looking forward to a day of relaxation. 

As Olivia waited in the spa's elegant reception area, she noticed the entrance of the three impeccably dressed girls. Their outfits bore the unmistakable labels of high-end designers – Chanel handbags, Gucci sunglasses, and Louboutin heels that echoed with every step. It was as if they had just stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine and onto the snowy landscape of a ski resort. Dressed in designer clothes and adorned with handbags that likely cost more than Olivia's monthly rent, the trio exuded an air of affluence.

The girl standing in the middle was deep in conversation, and her beauty caught Olivia's eye. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back in a thick braid, and she had a flawless smile and long, slender legs. Her face was lightly dusted with freckles. She was absolutely gorgeous. Olivia offered a friendly smile, but the girl didn't acknowledge her presence. 

"Wow, someone's in their own world," Olivia thought with a hint of amusement. "Guess the mountains are not their usual playground," Olivia mused, sharing a bemused look with Jenna. 

The trio approached the reception desk, engaging in a conversation that carried the undertones of exclusive vacations, haute couture, and social events reserved for the elite. As the girls headed to the back of the spa, Olivia exchanged a glance with Jenna, chuckling at the stark contrast between their worlds.

After changing into luxurious robes and slippers, Olivia and Jenna were led to a cozy relaxation area where they sipped on refreshing cucumber-infused water and indulged in light snacks of fresh fruit and nuts. They chatted amiably, enjoying the rare opportunity to unwind and pamper themselves.

Soon, it was time for their treatments. Olivia opted for a rejuvenating facial, while Jenna chose a Swedish massage to release tension from her muscles. As skilled therapists worked their magic, the stress melted away from their bodies, leaving them feeling completely relaxed and rejuvenated.

After their treatments, they were escorted to a serene room for manicures and pedicures. Comfortably seated in plush chairs, they dipped their feet into warm, fragrant foot baths while skilled technicians meticulously groomed and polished their nails. With each stroke of the nail file and brush of the polish, they felt a sense of indulgence and self-care washing over them.

Olivia couldn't help but smile at Jenna as they lounged in blissful contentment. "This is exactly what we needed," she remarked, her voice filled with gratitude.

Jenna nodded in agreement, a peaceful expression on her face. "Definitely," she replied. "It's nice to take a break from the hustle and bustle and just focus on myself for a change." 

As Olivia and Jenna relaxed in their chairs, they overheard the trio's conversation across the room. With a wistful expression, the blonde girl spoke with a sense of longing in her voice.

"I just can't shake this feeling," the blonde girl said, her gaze distant as if lost in memories. "I know he's near, and I can't rest until I find him."

Her friends exchanged concerned glances, clearly familiar with her predicament. "But, Krissy," one of them interjected gently, "it's been so long. Are you sure he's still around? That he would still want you?"

Krissy's mind raced as she spoke, her words a mixture of conviction and doubt. "I know I made a mistake in letting him go," she said with a determined nod. "But can I make things right now? Will he forgive me for leaving him for someone else? He was everything to me, the love of my life. His passion and zest for life were infectious, and he never failed to spoil me with the best things. But then, I got distracted by something shiny and new. Now, I have nothing but regrets."

Olivia and Jenna shared intrigued looks, drawn in by the girl's passionate appeal. It appeared that love issues were not limited to any particular social class. Perhaps they had judged these wealthy individuals too harshly at first.

"I know I hurt him, but it was so dumb of me to follow the money," Krissy continued, her tone filled with remorse. "He's so perfect, and I hope it's not too late to let him know."

Her friends nodded in solidarity, acknowledging the gravity of her statement. "You can't alter what's already happened, Krissy," one of them consoled her, gently resting a hand on her shoulder. "But you have the power to make things right now." 

Krissy's eyes shone with steely determination as she spoke, her resolve unshakable. "Believe me when I say I'll do whatever it takes to win him back," she stated firmly, her tone laced with determination and ruthlessness.

Sensing their attention, Krissy turned to Olivia and Jenna, her expression filled with curiosity.

"Do you have any advice for someone searching for lost love?" Krissy asked.

Olivia and Jenna exchanged a knowing look, empathizing with Krissy's plight. "Sometimes," Olivia began softly, "the heart knows what it wants, and it's worth taking a chance to follow it."

Jenna nodded in agreement, offering words of encouragement. "If you truly believe he's out there, then don't give up hope," she said. "Keep searching, and you just might find what you're looking for."

Krissy's eyes lit up with gratitude, her resolve strengthened by their words of wisdom.

"Thank you," she said sincerely, a renewed sense of purpose in her voice. "I won't give up until I find him and make him mine again."

With newfound determination, Krissy's heart filled with hope and determination. Olivia and Jenna watched her go, silently wishing her luck on her quest for love.