Living La Vida Loca - Harry Lewis & ChrisMD

Chapter 22: Waffling

—Evelyn's POV—

"No...it's too early," Chris mumbles pulling me closer to him as I kick off the blankets, "The day can wait," he whispers covering his face with a pillow. I start squirming until he lets me go. I almost immediately regret it as I look back seeing how good he looks.

"Do you lot want to go Jet Skiing?" Simon asks. His face turns to disgust when he realizes Chris isn't Kyla, "Give me an answer before I puke," he says starting to back out of the room. I look at Chris and he gives a thumbs up. I open the closet door when Simon retreats into the bathroom.

"I don't want to leave," I complain as Chris sits up in bed. His bare chest is on display as he looks at his phone, "You're pocket-sized, you could fit in my carry-on," I tell him as he stares at me like he did Theo Baker when he visited. He gets up to leave but I block the door as he gives me a mischievous smile. He walks forward and puts his hands under my thighs, picking me up, "How long do you think we have before Simon comes knocking down the door?" I ask as he walks up towards the bed.

"Long enough"

I laugh through a scream as he throws me on the bed before locking the doors.

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"How was movie night?" JJ asks walking over to where Kyla and I are putting on sunscreen. We tell him everything that happened, and he isn't really shocked hearing about Freezy and Chip. Sounds like everyone had a good night whether we stayed in or went out. Kind of sad I missed seeing him stage-diving after Vik did a quick set at the club they went to. Maybe he will sneak in another set the night before we leave. Tobi calls him over for help just as we finished with the spray. Kyla makes me jump as she pushes my hair to the side.

"What is this?" she asks with a growing smirk on her lips. I hide the dark red mark again as Chip and Freezy walk over.

"What's what?" Chip asks as he hands us life jackets. I give them all a straight-mouthed smile before turning to my right. Chris is passing a volleyball back and forth with Josh. I don't want to interrupt so I venture over to Talia and Freya.

"How are you doing girlie?" Freya asks as I lay down on a chair next to them. The sun is brutal today, I feel like I'm going to look like a lobster when I get home.

"I'm exhausted, but really excited to go jet skiing," I tell them as I cover my eyes with my arms. They both agree as they catch me up with what they were talking about before I came over. I swear I could listen to just their accents all day. I remember being drunk in college and asking Talia to say certain words. I'm still surprised she wanted to be friends after that.

I move my arms and gasp as water droplets fall onto my face, "Can I help you, little man?" I ask as Chris stands behind the chair I'm lying on. He comes over to the side and jumps onto the chair, his bathing suit soaking me in salt water.

"Stop," I laugh as he shakes his hair sending more water on us. I put my hands on his head to try and get him to stop. He smiles down at me making my stomach turn, "Are the jet skis ready?" I ask. He tells me that's why he came over. He gets off of top of me and holds his hand up, helping me up. We start walking down the beach and go towards where some of the other guys are. I don't see Kyla or Harry anywhere nearby. They probably snuck off somewhere.

"Do you want to drive?" he asks as Tobi hands us keys to a blue one off to the right. I shake my head and wait for him to get on before sliding in behind him. I hold onto his waist as he turns the engine on. I tighten my grip as he starts driving. I smile while resting my chin on his shoulder as he slows us down when we get further out, "Are you sure you don't want to drive?" he asks.

"No, I'd rather not murder you before the vacation is over," I tell him as he puts his hand on my thigh. He goes to say something when something splashes next to us. I look over seeing a tiny fish swimming by. He rocks the jet ski to the side as I death grip his shoulders, "Mr. Man," I whisper as he loses it. I yelp as he starts off again going from zero to one hundred in a second. I look at the blue water shining from the sun beaming down from above us.

"What's over there?" I ask pointing to a giant rock formation a little way away from the mainland. He steers towards it and we pull up beside a small outcove that's blocked from the sun. He turns his head and smiles as both of us agree we really want to go over.

He gets off first and turns around holding his arm out for me to grab. I slowly step off the jet ski as he pulls me at the same time. My foot gets caught on the steering wheel but his hands are already wrapping around my waist. When I look back at him his eyes are wide with worry as I steady myself, "Thanks," I whisper as my cheeks heat up. After making sure I'm okay, he lays down on his stomach and grabs a small rope that was tied to the jet ski. He unravels it before wedging it between some heavy rocks, "Have I told you how hot you look today?" I ask as he carefully stands back up. He shakes his head as he walks away with an amused smile.

We find a small spot we can sit down on without getting stabbed by jagged rocks, "I was looking at flights between America and London," he says catching me off guard. I look over at him and his face is turned toward the sea.

"Coming up with excuses to come to America would be easy with your career," I tell him nudging his side. He turns his head and the look in his eyes is enough to have me melt away into the water, "Don't do that," I whisper as he nudges me back.

"Do what?" he asks with a playful smirk. My eyes linger on his face before he leans in making my heart skip a beat. His beard is scratchier than the first time we kissed. The taste of sea salt passes between our mouths as his hands hold my waist. I gasp into his mouth as he pulls me closer, my legs straddling his lap. My fingers tangle through the hair on his neck as his hands caress my back, "What up with you today?" he whispers.

"We have three nights left and I don't plan to waste any of them," I tell him as he hums his response.

"I didn't know I was just a piece of meat to you," he says fake crying. I pull back laughing as he leans in for a sweet kiss. His lips molding perfectly with mine. Everything about him makes me never want to leave his side. I swear I've never been this clingy before, I just can't help it.

"This is kind of crazy," I tell him as his hands stop on my lower back, "We have known each other for less than a month and are making out on a rock....in fucking Ibiza," I point out.

"This is an average week for me," he says as I scoff in disbelief. I stand up from his lap as he leans back watching me walk to the edge of the rock, "I get what you mean though," he says as I watch the way the water hits the rocks.

"In four days...that could be it. What if planes lose their gravitational or whatever science shit gets them into the air, or the zombie apocalypse starts, or I self-combust?" I question.

"I never knew you were such a conspiracy theorist," he says as his smile doubles.

"Would you save me from a zombie?" I ask putting a hand to my head and pretending to pass out, "These are the hard-hitting questions, you have to ask to really know a person," I tell him.

"What about your favorite color? I thought that was the most important question?" he asks standing up to walk over to me.

"That's the MOST important question. Good thing you passed," I tell him as he stops right next to me.

"You are insane," he laughs as I raise an eyebrow, "But it's cute," he assures me as I look to shore seeing the rest of our friends playing volleyball or tanning, "This is like our own little paradise," he says as we lay back down where we were before.

"I love how the sun feels right now," I groan trying to soak in as much as possible.

"What's this?" he asks running his hand along a small scar on the side of my thigh.

"I fell off my bike when I was around nine years old. My leg slammed into the ground and I was lucky enough for a stick to go through the skin," I tell him flexing my leg a little.

"Battle scars," he says like the Twilight memes. We sit in silence before both of our stomachs growl. We didn't eat this morning and it's almost three in the afternoon, "I think that's our queue to go back," he says.

"Fine, but only if we can convince everyone to go back to that one restaurant with the really good steak," I tell him. He holds out his pinky finger and promises he will convince the others. I could eat every fish in a thirty-mile radius right now.