LOGAN'S POV
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"I don't want to drive it." Marliya glares at me as she scootches to the back seat, "You drive," she demands, pointing at the handles of the jet-ski. "No, move." I refuse to let her get out of this one and I climb onto the back, the front lifting a bit and she screams, launching forward to grab the handles. The jet-ski wobbles along with the waves moving under it, and I sit behind her, moving her more to the front, "No," she stands up, ready to just climb off but I kick away from the floating dock and she sits down, glaring at me over her shoulder, "I hate you," she grits out, "I bet you do." I scoot closer to her and I lean towards the handles, "Come on, this is the start, you go forward with this and break with this, the rest is easy." I drop my hands to her waist, holdi
