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“It might be growing on me when you’re wearing it and nothing else,” he confirms before lifting me up onto the edge of the kitchen table. His hands slide up my thighs, and with it, goosebumps lift on my skin as he leans forward and presses his lips to the center of my chest. “It suits you, Sunny girl. I might ask you to wear it more.”

My lips pull up in the corners, sliding my hands over his shoulders as I slide off the table and back into his lap. This time with my legs on either side of his body. “Happily,” I say, pressing my lips to his jaw. Squeezing my waist, his hand slides down to my ass, a moan falling from my lips when I feel his rock-hard erection between my legs. “Walker,” I cry out, rolling my hips forward. “I need you.”

He slides his hands under my thigh, lifting me up when he stands from his chair and sets me back down on the table. I reach for the waistband of his sweats when he steps back from me, his hands moving to my knees. “I have to go grab a condom.”

“No.” I reach for his hand before realizing just how abrupt that must sound when his brows pull together tightly. “Sorry, that was, I just mean,” I pause, swallowing the lump in my throat with a shake of my head. “I’m clean, and I have an IUD if, you know, you wanted…”

His smile grows as his hands fall to the table on either side of my hips. “If I wanted to what, Sunny girl?” he asks, his nose brushing along my jaw before meeting my gaze. “Fuck you raw?”

My stomach tightens at the idea, my hand falling to his on the table. “Yes,” I exhale, leaning into him. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

“You’re sure?” His voice is gentle and soft, wrapping around me tightly, and I’ve never been more certain of my trust in another person.

Walker is so much more than my friend. I feel him in my soul, woven in like he was always meant to be there, which should scare me. All of this should because we were only supposed to be friends, but this doesn’t feel like friends. Not anymore. I’m not sure it ever did.

“Yes.” I slide forward on the table. “I trust you, Cowboy. More than anyone.”

“I trust you, too,” he says, leaning forward until his lips are on mine and clarity of the world, and who we are seeps into the corners of my vision. He slides into every corner, slotting himself into every empty space until they all click into place.

And when he slides into me bare, thrusting his hips forward, the pressure in my chest grows and bubbles over. It pulls my chest into tight knots, and I know I should pause what we’re doing, get the jagged pieces out so we can piece them back together into a new shape. Something that fits who we are now, but instead, I shove it down and inhale this moment.

“Sunny,” he mumbles against my skin, printing me in his voice. “You feel so good.”

Moaning, I grab onto his shoulder for a better grip when his hand grips my thigh and hooks my leg over his hip. “Cowboy,” I cry out, digging my fingers into his skin. “Harder.”

He drives his hips forward, and we unravel, our moans tangling together in the air between us, and my arms slip over his shoulder until we’re completely pressed together. Walker still seated inside me, and I let myself sit with him and the pressure that fades ever so slightly when he presses his lips to the hollow of my throat. “Thank you,” he mumbles against my skin.

I grin. “Did you just thank me for letting you come inside me?”

He hums. “Shut up.”

I giggle when he pulls out.

“Stay there,” he says, kissing my shoulder before heading down the hall to the bathroom. He returns with a warm cloth to help me clean up before grabbing my shirt from the floor. My toes touch the hardwood first before I stand, taking the cowboy hat off my head and setting it softly on the table next to his open laptop, the screen brightens from me knocking into it.

“What were you looking at when I came out here?” I ask, turning back towards him when he opens the shirt for me and nudges me to put it back on.

“Just some emails,” he shares, grabbing his glasses off the table when I adjust the length of his shirt on my body. “My advisor worked out an interview for me with one of the top firms in Michigan. Which is fantastic, but it just settles me deeper into this thing I have yet to fill my mom in on.”

“Maybe this is exactly why you need to tell her.” I reach for his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know we had this conversation yesterday, but I meant what I said. You don’t have to be scared to be honest with her, and you don’t need to do it alone. I’m always going to be here to hold your hand through whatever it is if you need it. It’s never going anywhere.”

“You’re too good to me, Sunny.”

“You deserve good things,” I whisper, smiling when he leans down to kiss me. My hand moves from his hair, settling me deeper into the fact that Walker and I were never just friends.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

WALKER

My phone buzzes in my hand, dragging my thoughts away from the nerves fused to my bones. A reminder that I'm about to take one big step towards the future.

My future.

The thing I've been dreaming about for the last few years.

SUNNY

You have nothing to worry about. You can do this.

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