she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego.

[MORGAN roberts™]

OPEN

Morgan groaned in annoyance as her alarm went off. It was only seven in the morning on a Sunday, the second day at camp. Mo finally managed to pull herself out of bed and stretched her arms over her head, yawning. It was way too early to be up, normally Morgan wasn't up until at least nine. Once she was finally somewhat awake she pulled off her clothes and pulled on her red bikini with the strapless top that she had gotten recently. It was totally cute and she looked damn hot in it.

After pulling on a pair of white shorts, silver flip flops and her favorite Chanel sunglasses, Morgan was out the door with her small beach tote slung over her shoulder. She headed down to the lake to get an early start on her tan that she had been kind of neglecting lately. Since it was early in the morning she didn't think there would be too many distractions and she could just relax. Camp was so refreshing. The air was crisp and clean, the grass was no where near perfect but it didn't need to be, it was perfect the way it was. Everything about this place was so different from the city and Morgan loved every second of it.

Morgan spread her towel across the sand that was already being warmed by the rising sun. The water was gorgeous at this time. It was still, almost like glass and quiet except for the peaceful sounds of nature. This was Morgan's favorite time of day ever if it meant she had to wake up early to witness it. With a content sigh she kicked off her flip flops, pulled off her shorts and pulled out her ipod. She put her earphones in and listened to the music, letting her eyes drift shut as the sun warmed her body. This was definitely the way to start the day.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

It was the first real morning of camp and Ryan couldn't have been happier if he was trying. He woke up with the soothing sounds of nature all around him, the quiet of the woods flying in and out of his ears, the serene chirping of birds and brushing of leaves passing through his senses. He sat up in his bed, but not too quickly. He'd been at camp long enough to know that if you shot up in a top bunk unexpectedly, you'd surely slam your forehead on a ceiling beam. Ryan was especially tall, so he sat up carefully before pushing his crisp sheets off of him and hopping off the top bunk.

The bottom bunk below Ryan's was empty and crisply made. It was supposed to belong to Chris Antonelli, his best friend both back home and here at camp. Chris had unexpectedly gone home before he'd even spent a half hour at camp. Apparently he had a bad cold or cough or something, he'd texted Ryan about it but Ryan was still pretty pissed. Chris had been his wingman in every area of his life, including camp, for as long as he could remember. He'd never woken up on this first camp morning without Chris sleeping right below his bunk. Whatever, he thought, I'll be fine until he gets back to camp.

Ryan was standing in the quiet cabin wearing only his boxers, which was what he slept in, and no one else seemed to be awake. He glanced over at someone's watch that was left on a windowsill. It was only six in the morning. Apparently everyone else didn't mind wasting their first glorious camp morning sleeping. Ryan was a morning person, and an afternoon person, and a night person. He always seemed to have bounding energy no matter how much sleep he'd gotten. He had a certain enthusiasm for life that made him infectious to be around, no matter how much of an arrogant jerk he could be. It was that energy and enthusiasm that made him so popular, not his womanizing ways or cocky attitude, and he knew it.

All the suitcases were shoved underneath the bunk beds to keep the cabin as clutter-free as possible, but it was a lost cause. It hadn't even been half a day yet and the cabin was already a pigsty. In all his years of camp, Ryan had never been in a cabin that won Cabin Inspection. They were all a bunch of slobs every year, just like himself. He reached under the bunk and pulled out one of his navy blue suitcases and zipped it open. He pulled out a pair of swim trunks and some flip-flops, then kicked the suitcase back under the bed. He changed into the swim trunks and slipped the shoes on before stepping quietly out of the cabin, not bothering to wear a shirt since he intended to head down to the lake anyway.

Two hundred and sixty seven steps lead down to the beach at Camp Lohikan. Everyone got their hardest workout of the day going up and down those steps, but it was so worth it. The beach of Wildwood Lake was so gorgeous and peaceful, and the water was always perfectly refreshing. Ryan started down the steps, and after he reached about the seventieth he quickened his pace to a jog. He was getting anxious to get to the beach already; that always happened, no matter how many times he traveled the same path. There was a gorgeous view of the almost-fully-risen sun on the horizon for the entire jog down the steps, and Ryan took it all in.

When his right foot finally hit the sand, Ryan left his shoes at the bottom of the steps, kicking them off casually as he walked. He'd get them again on his way back up, it was no big deal. He loved feeling the sand between his toes. The beach looked deserted at first glance, but after a second look, Ryan noticed a body lounging on a towel not far from the lifeguard tower and the roped-off swim area. As he got closer, kicking sand up gently behind him as he walked, he could make out who the slender and toned body belonged to. It was none other than Morgan Roberts.

Ryan had been trying to get Morgan Roberts in bed for longer than he could even remember. She was a stubborn one; so temptingly hot, but so persistent in her rejection. She refused to give in to Ryan's advances, which just made him want her ten times more every time she shut him down. He approached her bikini-clad body and stood over her so his six-foot-one frame blocked the sun she was using to tan. His shadow fell over her, and he waited for her to open her eyes and get pissed off at him. "Good morning gorgeous." he said loudly and rather obnoxiously, since she had iPod headphones in her ears.

[MORGAN roberts™]

Morgan had practically drifted off to sleep by the time Ryan had gotten down to the beach. With the sun beating down on her and the music in her ears she wasn't at all surprised that she hadn't been able to stay awake. Morgan Roberts was never a name anyone associated with being a morning person. It wasn't her. She could stay up as late as she wanted with no problem but getting up early? Forget it.

Morgan hadn't noticed the darkness that had come and blocked the sun until there was a bit of a morning breeze that wouldn't have normally bothered her but it caused her to shiver and see what was going on. She looked up to see that annoying, cocky grin of none other than the notorious Ryan Katz-Mason. The boy was good looking and he let everyone know it. Around camp he had the biggest reputation for being the resident man whore. He was the worst of the worst as far as Morgan was concerned. Though she found it hard not to flirt back once in a while.

Morgan didn't bother to sit up to answer him, she simply pulled out her headphones, turned her ipod off and looked up at him through the darkened lenses of her sunglasses. "Why if it isn't the notorious and oh-so obnoxious Mr. Ryan Katz-Mason. I was trying to make a point of not speaking to you but it seems that you've already thrown that theory out the window. So, tell me, how many girls do you plan on taking to bed this year?" Morgan spoke in a rather sarcastic, annoyed tone as she looked up at him.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

Before long, Morgan blinked those pretty green eyes open and looked up at Ryan. He was still grinning that cocky grin when she yanked her earbuds out of her ears to speak to him in that annoyed voice that she always reserved for her conversations with Ryan. She spoke sarcastically and Ryan couldn't help but chuckle slightly to himself. She always acted like she was so horrifically bothered to even speak to him, but he knew she enjoyed it, at least a little bit. If she didn't enjoy their playful little encounters, she wouldn't even answer him or acknowledge him. It was just that little glimmer of hope Ryan hung on to, knowing there was at least a tiny shot in hell.

Bitter words were one thing, but Morgan's tone wasn't cruel or biting like her words, she was teasing him. "Obnoxious? I'm offended, Mo. Is that really what you think?" Ryan asked, pretending to be seriously hurt by her insult. "Ouch." he said, winking as he sat down on the sand next to her. He was watching her eyes closely, trying to catch her gaze wandering to his abs. He wanted her to notice, he wanted her to want him. The sand was warm under Ryan's legs, and he leaned back on his elbows as he blinked at the harsh morning sunlight over the horizon.

Turning his head, Ryan caught another glance over at Morgan and he smiled a sly little half-smile at her before facing forward again. "Nah," he said dramatically. "I could never not talk to you." The wind was perfect. If Ryan was sailing that day, it would be amazing. The conditions were amazing, the breeze was warm and gentle, keeping everyone just cool enough without bringing a chill. Ryan looked over his shoulder, scrunching his face a little as he did so, and looked at the massive cliff that sheltered the shore from the rest of camp. It seemed impossible that there was such a gorgeous place made with no help from man.

Morgan's sarcastic question didn't go unnoticed either. Ryan laughed a little when she asked. It was just like Morgan to be so blunt with him. She didn't play coy with him, she let him know that she was completely aware of every move he made. It was refreshing; it kept Ryan interested. "You know, contrary to popular belief, I don't actually plan these things ahead of time." Ryan said, twisting his body slightly to face Morgan as he spoke to her. "But there's always room for one more you know." he said, grinning widely. "My offer always stands for you." Ryan knew that comment was pushing it, but he always tried to push Morgan's buttons just a little further than he felt was safe.

[MORGAN roberts™]

Ryan was one of those guys who Morgan loved to hate. She pretended not to like him much, half the time it was just that she was annoyed and didn't want to talk to anyone at all. Today she hadn't wanted to be bothered but she wasn't minding the company so much now. Ryan of course wouldn't go away no matter how much she tried to ignore him. He was like a mosquito, always coming back for more until you finally killed it.

"Oh, you know that's how I feel. If you don't like it maybe you could try and be a little less irritating," Morgan told him, acting all sweet like she really wanted him to or even thought he could change. For as long as she had known Ryan he hadn't changed a bit. He was always annoying her and getting on her nerves but she could never stop all contact with him.

Morgan had to laugh as he said he could never not talk to her. "You could never not talk to anybody. If you stopped talking I'd have to think the world was coming to an end," she told him, shaking her head as she watched him sitting there in the sand next to her. She didn't let her eyes wonder far from his face though she wouldn't have minded doing so if he wouldn't have noticed and commented on it. He always seemed to be very in tune with people checking him out, he knew most every time.

Morgan listened to his next statement and had to roll her eyes. He had been trying to get into her pants for about four years now and it hadn't worked yet. It wasn't just Ryan who she resisted, it was every guy. She's never had sex consensually before. "Sweetie, there's just no way you're getting me to bed. You can offer me anything you want but it's not happening, not unless you can change the past," Morgan said to him, knowing that he wouldn't get her comment about changing the past. No one here would get it. Not even her best friend Sara would understand that. Morgan hadn't ever told anyone what had happened.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

A huge white grin stayed plastered across Ryan's face as he continued his conversation with Morgan. He was generally always in a good mood, and he had every reason to be. He was either getting action or trying to get action at all times, and when it was the latter like that moment, it was a game he enjoyed thoroughly. His playful banter with Morgan never got old, and he knew he wouldn't be tired of bothering her until he got what he wanted. And even then, if it was worth it after all this time, he still probably wouldn't be tired of it.

Ryan let a look of mock horror come across his face as he put his hand dramatically on his heart. He gave Morgan the puppy eyes and said sadly "That hurts, Mo, it does." Ryan loved teasing her, partly because the more he bothered her the cuter she looked when she was pissed at him. She was witty too, which kept it interesting. She wasn't a girl who would just respond with "Go away" or "Okay." No, Morgan had a clever response for everything that kept Ryan of all people on his toes.

Returning to his ever-present smiling expression, Ryan wiggled his toes in the sand. His long legs were outstretched in front of him and he wrote his name in the sand with his big toe. It looked more like Bgam, but he knew what it said, and that was all that mattered to him. Ryan appreciated the simpler pleasures in life as well as the difficultly attained ones, and he was generally easy to please. In a way, he was like a big kid who would never really grow up. He was happy all the time, easy to entertain, and always wanted more of whatever he had.

It was more than obvious to Ryan that Morgan wasn't checking him out at all. He was a bit frustrated, but it just made him want to try harder to get her interested. When Ryan was shirtless in front of girls, they always at least glanced. Always. But not Morgan apparently, she could care less and it bothered Ryan. "Oh, you wouldn't want me to stop talking. How else would you stay entertained all day?" He teased her, then reached over and plucked the oversized sunglasses off of Morgan's pretty face before putting them on his own face and shooting her a goofy look to make fun of her a little. "I hate to break it to you Mo, but I think I might look a little better in these than you do." Ryan was fully aware of how ridiculous he looked.

Morgan offered the expected response Ryan was waiting for. His "offer" had been standing for years and Morgan hadn't budged, she wasn't about to change her mind because he casually mentioned it one morning on the beach. "Never say never." he said grinning at her and patting her gently on the shoulder. Well, it wasn't really fair to say she hadn't budged - she'd warmed up to him considerably over the years. But something else she said confused Ryan. "What do you mean, the past? We don't have a past, you've made sure of that." He was genuinely confused because, as usual, he assumed everything was about him.

[MORGAN roberts™]

Morgan was hardly ever in a mood for talking to any guy. She didn't like them, not after what had happened to her. To think that someone could do something so horrible to someone so young was hardly bearable for Morgan. It might be a different story if she was picked randomly and never had to see the man again but the man had been her own uncle and she had had to live with him. Travis made sure nothing ever happened to her again, he became fiercely protective and even wanted to take a year off from college to stay with her. Morgan had made him go after getting her own apartment away from her relatives.

After that one night, nothing had ever been the same. She had been afraid of walking in the dark for so long and she wouldn't talk to the boys in her class unless she was forced. Eventually she managed to blend it into her personality so people thought that was just how she was when really, she wanted nothing more than to be another boy crazy teenage girl. Ryan was the only boy she flirted with so she figured he'd be at least grateful for that. Getting her in bed was a whole other thing and it wasn't happening for a long time, not until she could trust someone completely.

"Aw, poor baby. I'm sorry. Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Morgan asked with a raised brow. She knew he'd love that but it wasn't happening. It might if she didn't think he'd want more than that after and that would just give him too much hope. He was obviously still hanging around because he thought he had a chance and if she did something to further that thought he might just hang around more often.

Morgan sat up and watched him write in the sand, rolling her eyes a bit. It looked nothing like his name. She swirled her finger around in the sand a few times, making a small flower. She wrote her name next to it so it was at least legible unlike Ryan's messed up name that sat in the sand in front of him. "I'm sure I could entertain myself, contrary to popular belief I don't plan to be around you," she told him, remembering he had used part of that earlier to answer her.

When he took her sunglasses off she looked irritated but couldn't help but laugh as he made faces. She was a total sucker for stupid things like that even thought she tried not to show it. "You might look better in them but I bet I look better naked than you do," she told him, sending him a playful wink. She loved teasing him, it was just too easy. When he asked about the past she just shook her head. "Forget it and come over here and rub this lotion on me," she told him, actually serious. She held out the bottle of dark tanning oil to him and smiled, waiting for him to take it. There was no way he wouldn't.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

When Morgan asked Ryan if he wanted her to 'kiss it and make it better' he wasn't entirely sure what she was talking about. Since he wasn't physically 'hurt' she could be offering anything from a peck on the cheek to a kiss on the lips. He was distracted for a moment imagining Morgan actually following through on the offer, even though he knew she was just kidding. She was such a tease. "I would love that, actually." he said grinning, adding a wink.

As Morgan drew a flower and her name in the sand with her finger next to his sloppy signature, Ryan's eyes followed the path she made. Even her manicured fingers were pretty. When he was around Morgan, he felt like a dog whose owner was always dangling a delicious treat or toy in front of his face, so close he could smell it, but they'd never give it to him. He refused to feel helpless though, Ryan knew he could handle it. He always found some way to. "Yeah," he said absentmindedly. "I'm sure you're capable of entertaining yourself, but I think I could do it better." Ryan turned his head to shoot her a playful look.

Much to Ryan's relief, Morgan played along when he stole her sunglasses, instead of getting pissed off like she could've. That was another thing about Morgan. She wasn't easy, but she wasn't cold or angry. She was still an easy-going girl and fun to be around. "That," Ryan said pensively, completely lost in thoughts of Morgan's naked body once she mentioned it, "is debatable. We could always compare and then decide which one of us looks better." He said grinning adorably at her. It was always worth another shot, or two, or five.

The next words that came out of Morgan's mouth were so incredible that Ryan honestly thought he'd zoned out into his imagination. He was about to ask her to repeat herself when she actually picked up the bottle of tanning oil and held it out to him. Ryan didn't waste another second as he grabbed the bottle from her happily and got up from his seat on the sand. He moved so he was kneeling in the sand over her body as she laid on her stomach atop her towel. He squeezed some of the dark oily liquid into his hands and started to move his hands over her back and shoulders.

Morgan had never willingly allowed him to touch her like this before, and Ryan wasn't going to waste the opportunity. He started to knead his hands softly into her back muscles, massaging her as he rubbed the oil in. Ryan fought the urge to make some sort of rude or annoying remark, he kept his mouth shut for once and enjoyed himself. He slid his hands downward and rubbed the oil onto her lower back and the sides of her waist, approaching her hips and wavering just above her ass. It was a little much for even Ryan to handle, being able to touch Morgan like this without actually being able to do anything to her.

[MORGAN roberts™]

"I know you'd love it. You might even love it too much," Morgan told him as she watched him space out for a moment. She had a feeling he was pondering where she had meant she would kiss him and that was what she wanted. She never let him know things exactly, she enjoyed making him think about it. It kept things interesting.

Morgan could tell he had been watching as she wrote her name in the sand. She wouldn't have expected any less. He made it very clear that he was very interested in her. Thought she would never admit it, she was interested in him too. If she thought maybe he'd give up all the other girls and settle for a slow relationship with her she might try it. Though she was 99.9% sure that would never happen. "I've lived without you since last summer, I think I can manage without your entertainment," she told him, shaking her head as she looked at him since he still had her sunglasses on.

"Psh, I have a better body and you know it," Morgan told him, rolling her eyes playfully. She was gorgeous and Ryan knew it just as well as she did. He hadn't seen anything more than what he was seeing now. Unless you count the time she had been wearing a thin white tank top out to the bathroom and the boys had dumped water on her so it looked like she'd been in a wet t-shirt contest or something. Ryan had sure enjoyed that one even if Morgan had refused to talk to him for about a week afterward.

Morgan was being very unlike herself right now. Any other time she'd risk a sunburn instead of letting any guy rub lotion on her. It sometimes annoyed her how comfortable she could get with Ryan. She didn't want to be close to him, he was incredibly irritating and too cocky for his own good. Maybe Morgan was more of a boy crazy teenage girl than she had thought. She sighed contently as he began massaging the oil into her back, it felt damn good if she did say so herself.

Perhaps getting up so early wasn't so bad if this happened every time. Morgan had always been very into getting massages and any other kind of spa like treatment. During the school year she at least hit the spa once a week whether she was lone of with one of the girls. It was always a welcomed treat. Morgan had often called it her guilty pleasure.

[Ryan Katz-Mason]

Every curve of Morgan's soft skin was taunting Ryan. He could see the gentle movement in the shape of her legs and waist and ass and back, he could see them mocking him as he spread the tanning oil across them. They knew how badly he wanted to do more to them than just lather them in tanning oil, Ryan could tell. Not that he minded slathering Morgan's knockout body, but it was like the temptation was dangling in front of his face more than ever. It was all he could do not to actually touch her ass, but passed over it and moved to the back of her legs with his hands. When every inch of Morgan's exposed skin was glistening in the pounding sunlight and covered in the lotion, Ryan let his hands finally glide reluctantly off of her thighs.

With Morgan's comment about her body being better than Ryan's, he was brought back to an extremely fond memory from the previous summer, when Ryan, Chris, and a few of their buddies had played a practical joke on some of the girls. It had turned out way better than they could've ever hoped it would. The plan was for the boys to climb on top of a girls' cabin early in the morning before the girls woke up, and bring a couple of large buckets of cold water with them. When the girls left the cabin to go to the bathroom in the morning, the boys dumped the buckets on the first group to leave.

Morgan had been in the group of girls, along with her friends Sara and Bella. The beauty of the whole thing was that Morgan had been wearing a white wifebeater, so when she was drenched, everything was visible. It was the closest Ryan had ever come to seeing what was underneath Morgan's bikinis, and the memory of that visual only made him want more, in typical Ryan Katz-Mason fashion. Nothing he ever got was enough, he always wanted more, more, more of whatever he had. His deadliest sin was lust by far, but greed was close behind when it came to his habits.

A sigh came from deep within Ryan's lungs and he shook his head. "Has it really been a whole year? It's been too long either way. You know you missed me." He was teasing her a little, but it really felt like old times. As much as Ryan continually pissed Morgan off, he knew she couldn't stay mad at him for too long. In his mind, it was because she wanted him too badly to hate him, but in reality it was just because he was too fun and charming to truly hate him. His mood was contagious wherever he went. "All done." he finally said, acknowledging the fact that he'd been kneeling over her back for an unnecessarily long amount of time.

The lake was rolling softly in small, gentle tumbles towards the sand. It looked so peaceful and serene, so opposite to the obvious tension between Ryan and Morgan at the moment. Ryan wasn't one to revel in awkward moments, so he tried to quickly change the mood and lighten it up a little - mainly to keep himself from going insane and/or pouncing on Morgan. "Come on, get in the water with me." He wasn't so much asking her as telling her. Ryan stood up and brushed the sand off of his swim shorts, then extended one strong arm to Morgan's glimmering body where she lay on the towel. He was grinning widely at her, but she wasn't even looking at him at the moment.

[MORGAN roberts™]

Morgan knew Ryan was loving this, slathering oil all over her body. It was the farthest he'd get for a while, if not forever. Morgan wasn't sure where her relationship with Ryan would go. Part of her wanted him to settle down and be with her but the other kept telling her to keep him away. He was nothing but trouble and she knew it though, maybe, just maybe, she could change him. If only she knew what the future held for them.

Morgan, Sara and Bella had stayed up late one Sunday night and being her lazy self, Morgan had pulled on just a wife beater and a pair of panties. The next morning she had decided to just head out to the bathroom in her underwear and wife beater since it was quite warm. When she and the other girls had walked out the door the boys were waiting and Morgan, more than the other two, had gotten soaked. Her thin shirt clung to her skin and became virtually see through. Ryan, Chris and the other boys had loved but she had been so completely pissed off.

Why are boys so stupid? That question has never really been answered. Morgan however, had her own theory after that very cold morning. It must have to due with their inability to be at least somewhat considerate and their huge sex drives. Ryan was about the horniest boy Morgan had ever met. He had a major case of boy syndrome though as much as it annoyed Morgan she hated to admit that she was slightly attracted. After what had happened to her she hated to think she was attracted to a boy who stood for the thing she was most against that happened to also be her number one pet peeve. All he wanted was sex, not from just one girl but any girl he could get it from and lately Morgan had noticed she was climbing very high up the list of those he wanted to get into bed. It wasn't happening, not if she could somehow resist the mild temptation he produced.

"I missed you just about as much as I missed getting cold water poured on me in the morning," Morgan told him, rolling her eyes like she was annoyed. The truth was she knew he loved it and it made him want more. Even if she wasn't about to have sex with him what was a little flirting going to hurt? "That took you long enough didn't it? I could have done it faster myself," she told him, still acting irritated.

Morgan hadn't planned on swimming, in fact, it wasn't something she really wanted to do right now. She figured it would be too cold and Ryan probably had the same idea. He'd most likely offer to warm her up after they got out, if she went in at all. After thinking it over she decided it couldn't hurt. She sighed and took his hand, letting him pull her up from her towel. She pretended to stumble as she stood and fell into his arms, smiling up at him slyly. "My foot was asleep," she explained as she looked up at him.