The Right Way #50
 

     We slowly walked down the open hallway into the warm night air. It was still light out, so hopefully we wouldn't get lost. I thought we were just roaming around the hotel grounds, when suddenly Ryan stopped in his tracks.
     By then we were on the beach. Soft twinkle lights lit up the palm trees behind us as he fished something out of his pocket. I now felt that this meeting had some purpose, and my palms began to sweat from nerves. I couldn't look at him as he pulled the mysterious object out of his pocket, so I stared at the waves.
     "Skye," he whispered. I didn't move my eyes.
     "This won't work unless you look at me," he said, with a hint of laughter under his breath.
     Now I did look at him. He was standing there, holding a dark blue box in his hand. I gasped, my mind jumping to him proposing. But then I remembered we were 16, so my heart started to slow down.
     He took note of my reaction and smiled sheepishly. "I'm not proposing, silly." He pursed his lips, trying to figure out how to say whatever he needed to say. "Okay, I can't think of any way else to say this, so I'm just going to tell you." With that, he took a step forward, closer to me.
     "Skye, I know I've said this before, but now I'm serious. I love you, more than anything in this world. I want to be with you forever and ever, so I'm giving you this promise ring. To be with me for forever and ever." I had tears in my eyes.
     "Ryan, I can't believe this," I gushed.
     "Well, you better," he said jokingly. He opened the box, and there was a silver ring with a vine carved around it. He took it out and showed me the inside, where "Forever and Always" was inscribed in the hard surface.
     He grasped my right hand and slid it onto my pointer finger, sending jolts of electricity through my hand and up my arm. I still bet he didn't know the effect he had on me.
     "Thank you, and I promise." I looked into his eyes, and saw they were wet. He blinked fast, trying to hide his own tears. I kissed him slowly.
      BRING! BRING! His phone went off. He fished it out of his pocket and looked at the Caller ID. "Hey, Natasha," he greeted as he flipped the phone open. He listened, and quickly said, "We'll be right there." He hung up and grabbed my hand.
     "We're late for dinner," he said as he winked at me. We took off running back towards the restaurant on the hotel site. But my mind was elsewhere, full of too many thoughts about him.