“You really scared me, Ryan.” “I know. I’m sorry.” “And you’re really freaking sunburned.” “I know.” When I got back to my bungalow, the first thing I did was take off my shirt and look in the mirror. Sharp red lines mark the start of my new sunburn that stretches over my shoulders and down my arms. My cheeks and nose are red too, the tops of my ears, my neck. “I was an idiot. I should have reapplied sunscreen throughout the day. Why are you still all the way over there?” She gives me a weak smile. “Because you look like you smell like a chum bucket. And I think it’ll clash with the ‘tropical
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