Ryan had somehow made it back into the tent and had his arms wrapped around my waist, as though in my sleep, I would run away from him. He still smelled strongly of alcohol, and I struggled to sit up.
"Ryan." He stirred, but stayed asleep. I pushed him away from me a bit, and finally his eyes opened. "What are you doing in here?"
He took a deep breath and stretched. Then he looked around, confused. "I don't know." Ryan looked at me and his expression changed into guilt. "Care, I'm so sorry." He grabbed the back of my neck and before I could pull away, he gently touched his lips to mine in one of those delicious I'm-so-sorry-please-forgive-me kind of kisses. He let go of me, and I didn't want to stop. I leaned my forehead against his and closed my eyes.
"I love you, Ryan, but seriously? You had absolutely no right to be pissy at me yesterday."
He sat up straight and kissed my forehead. "I know."
We sat there for a while, embracing each other, when all of a sudden I realized we were leaving in two days. "What are we going to do today?" I asked him, tracing the outlines of his muscles with my finger.
"We could go into town and rent a couple of jet skis."
I looked at him and smiled. He knew jet skiing was my favorite.
We rented three jet skis and a small speed boat and took them out on the huge lake. Ryan drove me around for a while, going over waves and speeding around. Then, because I had never driven one before, he taught me how to drive. The first attempt failed miserably because I accelerated too quickly and Ryan fell off.
"Holy shit! Caroline!" I was shocked at first, but then I just laughed. He climbed back on and held on to me tightly.
"Ryan, you're getting me all wet!"
He smiled and said, "Your fault."
After a few other minor mishaps, I finally knew what I was doing. Ryan told me to go to the sandbar in the middle of the lake, as that was the meeting spot for the eight of us. Everyone was already there, playing in the water. Kiara and the guys were tossing a Frisbee around, and Tasha and Payton were each laying out on a jet ski.
Ryan laughed when we came closer. "Switch spots with me for a second, okay?"
I knew what he was about to do, and I laughed and managed to switch spots without falling off. He drove up really close to my two best friends and quietly turned the jet ski around. Suddenly, Ryan accelerated and showers of lake water sprayed Tasha and Payton. Everyone laughed but Payton and Tasha, who both screamed.
"Ryan! What the fuck?!" Tasha shouted.
Ryan parked the jet ski and helped me get down. I took my life jacket off and placed it on the seat, then headed over to the guys to play with the Frisbee.