Page 3 of One Day

“What? He’s right.”

Dylan takes Reid’s agreement as a victory of his own. “You know it’s got to mean something when Reid, of all people, is agreeing with me.”

“Not all of us want to walk around waving our dicks around,” Bekah chimes in.

Dylan snorts. “Did you just slut shame me, Beks?”

“I’m simply pointing out a fact,” she says, and I have to bite down on my lips to keep from laughing. My eyes dart over to Everett, who just rolls his eyes.

“A fact of my awesomeness? You’re right,” Dylan says, resting his arm over the back of the booth behind me. “Just because I like to keep things casual doesn’t mean I’m walking around waving my dick around. Thank you very much.”

“Something casual could be fun.”

The offhand comment falling from my lips pauses the entire conversation, bringing Reid’s focus off his book to gape at me. Regret from opening my mouth starts to seep in as they stare at me in disbelief before it bubbles into laughter, and I realize almost instantly that they think I’m joking. Not that they shouldn’t, because I’ve never been one for casual sex.

The proof of that is sitting right next to me, laughing the hardest, and it only brings forth the fire running through my veins to prove them wrong.

“Says the girl who left me high and dry in the middle of sex,” Dylan teases, leaning away when I raise my hand to slap his chest again. Despite how much I get teased about it, Dylan and I can agree that walking out on him was the best decision I could have made. We wouldn’t be friends right now if I hadn’t, and not many girls get to say they got a best friend out of a failed hook-up.

“Shut up!” I say with a light laugh. “You and I both know I did us a favor, but I’m serious! A casual hook-up could be fun.”

“Are you stating that as a fact or something you could see yourself doing?” Everett asks, arching an eyebrow in my direction.

I shrug. “I could have casual sex.”

Dylan hums next to me. “How exactly do you plan to do that when you already have a boyfriend?” he asks, trying and failing to hide the once again growing smile on his face.

A groan falls from my lips, about to argue with them when my phone buzzes against my hip. “You all need to get off that,” I say, digging my phone out of my front pocket. “Walker is not my boyfriend,” I tell them, but just the sight of his name on my phone screen makes me break out into a smile.

WALKER

Adam’s?

Bekah snickers, causing me to look up from the three pending dots dancing below his message. “Case and point,” she says, her hazel eyes bright as she points at my phone.

“He’s my friend.”

“He’s your boyfriend without the benefits of sex, Sunny,” Dylan argues and gets three hums of agreement from the rest of the group.

I roll my eyes. “That’s not true,” I say, my eyes dropping back to my phone when it buzzes in my hand.

My pie is missing a side of Sunny.

This time, when they laugh, I ignore it and twist to Reid. “Mind getting a ride home with Everett and Bekah and lending me your truck?” I ask with a pleading smile.

He doesn’t hesitate to pull his keys from his front pocket, dropping them into my waiting palm. “Say hi to Walker for all of us,” he teases, already knowing the reason for my sudden departure. It’s not the first time the comment of Walker being more than my friend has come up, but this is the first time sex has ever been brought up in relation to him.

Sure, maybe our relationship is a little different from my other friendships. Maybe there is a sexually charged tension between us on occasion. I’d have to be blind not to realize how attractive Walker is, and maybe my thoughts have drifted there a time or two, but the difference is, I have never acted on those thoughts.

We’re friends. And we’re going to stay that way. I’m absolutely certain of it.

Except all I can think about on the winding road to Adam’s Diner, a hidden secret in Millboro set up in a decommissioned train car, is what they said about Walker being my boyfriend without sex. A point I’ll argue if brought up again, but it doesn’t stop me from realizing just how long it’s been for me. I wasn’t lying when I said I thought casual sex could be fun. I might even go as far as to say it’d be good for me. With everything else going on in my life, between school and wanting to be the biggest support for my friends, a boyfriend just hasn’t been a priority.

Casual sex could be different, though. It could be something fun without the commitment, and if I’m being completely honest, I miss sex. It’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm, not from myself and the help of my silicone friend, that I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be that vulnerable with someone else. And I want that again.

Which is why when I step into Adam’s, my gaze is immediately drawn to my wavy-haired friend, and I realize the solution to my dilemma might be right in front of me.

As if feeling my eyes, he lifts his head, and his face immediately lights up, jutting his chin in greeting. A smile tugs at my lips on my way towards him, the kindling of a plan brewing beneath my skin, and Walker Bodie might just be the man to ignite it.

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