“Candace,” he says as he turns his focus on me. Looking into my eyes, he asks, “What’s bothering you? And don’t say nothing, because I know something is.”
Looking away, back at the water, I try to find my words. If I don’t talk to him, then the awkwardness will just continue. But, what do I say? There are a million things racing through my head, and I am finding it hard to hone in on just one. And what if he thinks I’m crazy for reading too much into a kiss that was probably something so casual to him?
“Candace,” he says, and I turn to look back at him.
I let out a breath before admitting, “I just don’t really know what we’re doing.” It’s all I can say.
Shifting his one leg over the log, he turns to face me straight on. “Tell me what you want.”
What? Why can’t he just tell me what he wants?
Not wanting to look at him, I stare out into the water again when I confess, “I’m not good at this stuff, Ryan.”
“Come here,” he says as he tugs on my leg, and I shift my body slightly to face him. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the night of the concert. I don’t know where your head is at, but whenever I’m not with you, I want to be.”
My heart begins to race as he says this to me. It’s what I was hoping to hear, but also what I was scared to hear.
When I drop my head, he says, “Talk to me, babe.”
“I just . . . I don’t do this well.”
“Do what?”
“This . . .” I stop talking when he cradles my face in his hands and moves me so that I’m looking at him.
“Whatever this is, I want it. I just need to know if you do.” His eyes are serious, and he never takes them off of me as he speaks. It’s intimidating and makes me anxious. Hearing him speak so honestly makes my stomach flutter. I’m scared. I’m happy. I’m all over the place when I finally look up at him. And with trepidation, I nod my head yes.
A smile breaks across his face as he pulls me in and kisses me. I wrap my arms around him, underneath his coat as his cold, rain soaked lips cover mine. He draws me in tight, and I melt into him. Pushing my fears aside, I focus solely on him. His hold on me is strong, which contrasts his gentle kisses. He’s in no rush as he takes his time, dragging his tongue across my lip and slipping it inside my mouth. When our tongues slide across each other, I tighten my grip on him. His lips are soft, and I can taste a hint of mint on him. He holds my head and guides me with him as we move with one another. I’ve never been kissed the way Ryan kisses me. He’s slow and deliberate, and I can feel that it’s more than just a kiss to him, which settles me because it’s more than that for me too.
His hands still on my cheeks, he breaks our kiss, and I stare up into his eyes when he says, “Should we get out of here?”
“Let’s stay.” I’m in no hurry to go back to his house, and I don’t want this moment to end just yet.
“Come here.” He pulls me onto his lap, and I hook my arms around his neck. He is much larger than I am, so I fit perfectly in his hold.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” he says as he turns his head to look at me.
“I never asked before because I didn’t want to intrude, but . . . where is your father?”
He lets out a slow breath and shifts his focus out to the beach. “He died about ten years ago.” He turns to face me again, and I feel awful for asking.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” I say when I drop my head, feeling bad for bringing it up.
Lifting my chin to look up at him, he says, “Candace, you can ask me anything. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t, okay?”
“Yeah,” I quietly sigh and turn my head away from him, still feeling like I shouldn’t have asked him that.
After a moment he begins to speak. “My dad was an asshole.” When I look at him, he continues, “He drank way too much and was never around, but when he was, he was a total dick. So, don’t feel bad for asking, because I don’t feel bad that he’s dead.”
His voice is hard when he speaks, and I have no idea how to respond to his harsh words. I want to know more, but I don’t dare ask. Whatever is underneath this is something that seems painful, so I let it go.
I look up at the cliff that is behind us and notice a roped off ledge. “Is there a trail up there?”
Turning his head to see what I’m looking at, he says, “Yeah, it’s a pretty decent path if you want to go up there.”
Needing to cut this intensity, I say, “Yeah, let’s go.”
He eyes my leopard rain boots and asks, “Those have enough traction?”
“We’ll see.” I giggle and hop off of his lap and grab his hands to pull him off the log.