Running his hands up and down my arms, he asks, "Are you hungry, babe?"
"No, I'm just so tired my head hurts," I say as I rest my forehead on his chest.
"Why don't you change and lie down?"
When I get into bed, Donna knocks on the door and sets the tea down on the nightstand along with a couple of aspirin.
"Ryan said you had a headache."
"Thanks. I'm sorry to come and just crash."
"Sweetie, please. Don't worry about me." As she closes the blinds she tells me that Ryan is eating a quick dinner and will come up when he's done. I take the aspirin along with my sleeping pill, and after a few sips of the hot tea, I doze off.
Waking in a haze in the middle of the night, Ryan is wrapped around me. I roll over to face him, and when I do, he begins to stir.
"Everything, okay?" he whispers as he tucks me closer to him.
"Mmm hmm." I weave my legs with his and close my eyes again, drifting easily back to sleep.
"How are you feeling?" Donna asks as she sits down with me on the couch and hands me a cup of coffee.
"Much better, thanks."
"Hey," Ryan says as he comes down the stairs, already dressed for the day.
"Good morning," his mom says when he walks over and sits on the couch with us.
"So, you two are going to have the day to yourselves. Marci called me this morning and I have to drive into Portland to go over and sign off on some tax documents. While I'm there I'm going to meet with a friend of mine for a late lunch, so I won't be home till around six or so. But I have no plans for the rest of week. This just popped up yesterday."
"Don't worry about it, Mom. I was going to see if I could convince Candace to hop on a surfboard with me."
"What?!" I say as I jerk my head to look at him.
"I just checked the weather and the waves should be pretty good at the beach we went to the last time you were here."
"That water's going to be freezing, Ryan."
He laughs at me and says, "That's why you wear a wetsuit, babe."
His mother interjects and says, "Well, have fun with that, Candace," dripping in playful sarcasm. "I need to go get ready. I'll see you guys later tonight."
Ryan and I head up to his room, and when I get out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself to go grab some clothes.
"Fuck, babe," Ryan says as I walk into the bedroom.
"Don't start," I say as I lay my hand on his chest, keeping him from coming any closer. "Your mother is downstairs."
"I don't care who the fuck is downstairs when the only thing covering your wet body is that towel."
"That's why I'm getting my clothes."
I quickly grab my clothes and run back into the bathroom before Ryan can strip the towel off of me. Once I'm dressed and walk back out, he says, "Tori has an extra wetsuit in my closet that should fit you okay."
"What?"
"Surfing. You and me."
"I'm fine with trying anything new, but that water is freezing."
"I promise, when you're in that wetsuit, you'll be fine. Tori loves to surf, so she has her wetsuit here and some swimsuits in my closet."
When we get to Indian Beach, the wind is just as strong as the last time we were here. The mist is thick, and the skies are dark and heavy with clouds today. I grab one of the blankets that Ryan put in the car before we left the house and wrap it around me when I get out. Ryan unhooks the boards from the top of the jeep, and we head down the wooden stairs to the wet and rocky beach. I stop and watch the rough waves as they crash along the shore. If ever there was a time I worried about breaking a leg, it's now.
Holding out his hand for me, he says, "Come on."
I shrug off my blanket, toss it on the stairs, and follow him out.
"Ryan, I'm going to hurt myself."
He chuckles and says, "No, you won't."
"That water looks rough. There's no way I'm getting up on that board."
"You're getting up, babe."
When we get to the water, he drops the boards on the ground and starts telling me everything I hope I need to know to not kill myself. He shows me how to pop up on the board, and I have no problems showing him I am fully capable.
I take the hairband from my wrist and tie my hair up on top of my head, as Ryan straps the cord around my ankle.
When he stands up, he gives me a quick kiss and says with a big smile, "I fuckin' love that you're doing this."
"You know I'm willing to try almost anything, but don't get your hopes up. I don't think I'll be able to get up."
Grabbing me and pulling me up against him, he leans down to my neck and says, "If you get up, I'll get up for you later," and then starts sucking on my neck.
I smack his arm and push him away as he's laughing.
"You're so gross!"
"Pick up your board. Let's go," is his only response.
I ended up having a pretty great time with Ryan in the water. When he wasn't trying to get frisky with me, I managed to get up on the board a few times. After several hours, we decide to head back to the house. I've been wrapped up in blankets since we got in the car to try and get warm again.
When we get back to the house, I run upstairs to take a shower while Ryan makes us sandwiches.
I turn the water on and step into the large glassed-in shower when steam begins to fill the room. My body is freezing and even though the water is scalding on my skin, I'm still shivering. I close my eyes and let the water wash over me as it slowly starts to warm me up.
I'm startled when I hear the door open.
"What are you doing?!" I squeal when Ryan closes the glass door behind him and wraps his arms around my waist.
"It's time to ante up, babe." Dipping his head under the running water, he pushes me against the cool wall, and slides his hand back through his wet hair.
Running my hand up and around his neck, he lowers his head to mine and kisses me. He easily pulls me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles. The air is thick with steam, making my breathing labored as Ryan nibbles playfully along my neck and ear.
I've been wishing that there was someone just like him, and now that he's found me, I feel like he has the power to pull me though this madness that has been consuming me.
His wet hand lingers down my neck to my breast, and he presses into me harder. Dropping my head into the curve of his shoulder, I breathe, "I want you."
"I don't have anything with me in here."
"It's okay. I've been on the pill for a while. I trust you."
He pulls his head back and gives me a confused look. "When did you get on the pill, babe?"
"I've been on it. I got it..." I drop my head for a second and when I look back up at him I tell him, "I got on it after what happened."
He goes on to assure me that he's always been safe and that he's never had unprotected sex. I know he would never hurt me, and I trust him, so I don't hesitate when I reaffirm that I want him.
As his bare flesh touches mine, a ragged breath leaves his chest.