summer love

16.

Ryan's POV

Damn, this girl

I listened quite intently as she shut off the water and stood, unmoving I was guessing, due to the lack of sound she was making.

Damn. Call me creepy, but that piece of hot can sing.

I heard the shower curtain open, a faint 'shit', then a louder, "Ryan?"

"Yeah?" I called back.

"Um..." she trailed off.

I sat up. "Harmany? Spit it out."

She paused. "Well... I kind of don't have a towel. Or clothes."

I laughed, getting up from my still unmade bed to get her a towel from the hall closet.

"Hurry! It's cold!" she shouted.

"I could warm you up." I smirked as I heard her gasp.

"Ryan just get the god damn towel!"

I stood outside of the door, towel in hand.

"And where are your manners, little Missy?"

"You're only a year older than me! You cannot call me little."

I cleared my throat.

She huffed, "Pleaassee?"

"I don't think that's good enough"

"What am I supposed to say then?!"

I paused for effect. "You must say, 'Oh sexy Ryan, I promise you a kiss before the end of the summer." I smirked.

"I would much rather you warm me up yourself." I could practacally hear her rolling her eyes.

"Well, if you completely insist," I joked, turning the door knob slightly.

"Stop!" she squeaked as I heard the shower curtain close.

I let go of the handle. "Looks like you might just freeze."

"Ryan," she pleaded, and I could hear her teeth chattering.

I could just picture the wet hair clinging to her pale face as she wrapped her arms around herself in attempt to get warm.

Stop it, Ryan.

Just as I was about to give in, I heard a faint clatter.

"I promise I'll kiss you before the end of the summer." she said, barely above a whisper.

I felt my stomach drop at the thought of kissing her as I tried to process if I had heard her right.

"Ryan? Towlel? It's fucking cold!" she shouted, bringing me back to reality.

"Right, yeah, of course." I mumbled, opening the door only enough to put the towel through the crack, and shutting it as soon as she grabbed it, ignoring my head, that was currently screaming at me to open the door all the way and have my way with her in the bathtub.

Think with the other head Ryan. The other one.

"Hey Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"I still don't have clothes, and it's still cold as fuck." she giggled.

I smirked, feeling my usual cocky self returning.

"Actually, I would prefer it if you came out here like that." I stated, laughing.

"Don't push it, pretty boy." she grumbled, hitting the door with her small fist.