17
ASHLEIGH
Gabriella was talking to Ryley while loading up a small cooler with drinks when I made it into the kitchen, my overnight bag draped across my shoulder. Since he’d been talking about getting dirty, I didn’t even bother with makeup or fixing my hair. I ran my hair dryer through it for a minute, and then braided it down the side in a Katniss-style braid.
“Wow, I think this is a world record,” Gabriella teased. “It didn’t take you long at all to get ready.”
Ryley winked. “It’s because she was in a hurry to get back to me.”
“Please,” I scoffed. “Keep telling yourself that. Are you ready to go?”
“I’ve been waiting on you, angel,” he said, getting up from the bar stool.
Squealing, Gabriella handed him the cooler. “Oh, you two are so cute. Now run along and have fun. I’ll see yo
