Page 39 of One Day

“Here.” A fork appears in front of me, a second in Sonya’s opposite hand for herself. I accept it from her fingertips, watching her dig the metal prongs into the crust and peach filling.

For the first time in all the time I’ve been bringing her here, she’s finally ordered her own slice. Every single time we’ve come here, I have offered to get her a piece, considering she eats half of mine anyway, but she’s always declined my offer. I’m about to ask her why the change when a moan falls from her lips and goes straight to my cock. Her eyes flicker up as she licks the fork, taking every last bite. My mind is suddenly in a deep spiral, wondering what it will feel like when it’s my cock in her mouth.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“No reason.” I lean over, my breath a ghost over her skin. When my lips touch her ear, I feel the shivers that run along it. “You’re just making that little sound you made when I was buried inside you.”

Her lips fall apart at my words, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. The shock hasn’t faded from her features, still holding her honey gaze. “That so?”

I nod my head and dig my fork into my own piece. It’s on its way to my mouth when she leans over and wraps her lips around my fork, her eyes fluttering close as she lets out the most heavenly noise. She pulls back slowly, opening her eyes as the fork leaves her mouth, and her tongue darts out to catch the crumb at the corner of her lips. Fire dances in her eyes.

“You did that on purpose.” My whole body is wound tight. I want to lean over and capture her lips, feel that noise vibrate through my body when she moans into it.

She grins at me, digging in for another bite, and brings it to her lips. “Did what?” she asks before popping the fork in her mouth, savoring the flavor as she slowly pulls the fork out.

I narrow my eyes when her tongue pokes out between her lips, going to lick them again when I lean forward and catch her lips instead. My fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her towards me and taking my first taste of the peach filling from her tongue when it meets mine. Our strings get tangled together, and knowing I can do this now forces me to face the fact I’m not sure I ever want to free myself of this.

Of her and the way she tastes. How kissing her throws me completely off kilter in the best way possible, she brings my world into focus.

“Get a good taste, Cowboy?” she mutters when she pulls away, her gaze flickering up to mine as a bright smile takes up her lips. I could do this forever.

But I don’t have forever with her. I only have right now.

“No, I think I need another,” I say, stealing another kiss. I feel her lips curl up even more against mine, a giggle rumbling between us.

“You’re a flirt,” she says when I pull back, my thumb trailing over her jaw before I let my hand fall to my lap and reach for my abandoned fork. “How did I not know you were a flirt?”

I shrug. “I’ve been holding back with you.”

“Well, stop.” She sits up a little straighter, reaching for the hair my fingers were just tangled in. “I don’t want you to hold back with me, Walker. Not ever.”

“Is that our first rule?”

She nods her head. “Yeah, why not? No holding back,” she tells me, turning in the booth so her back is pressed into the wall, and her feet nudge my thigh. “We take all of this one day at a time. If there’s something one of us wants to try, don’t be afraid to let the other know.”

“Okay, I can handle that.”

“Okay.” She smiles and wraps her arms around her legs, pulling them closer to her chest. “Your turn, Cowboy. What’s our next rule?”

“While we’re doing this thing—you and me,” I pause, holding her gaze while waiting for her to acknowledge me. She hums softly, letting me continue. “I don’t want you with anyone else,” I tell her, a possessive need edging out over my reality that she’s not mine. Not really. This is temporary, but for now, I can pretend. “You’re mine for the time being, Sunny. Okay?”

She presses her knees together in response, fingers tensing where they hold together around her legs. A heated look fills her eyes as she nods her head.

“Words, Sunny. I need to know you understand me.”

“Yes,” she answers almost immediately, her voice hoarse. Clearing her throat, she sits a little taller. “I can manage that, but the same goes for you. We can keep things casual and still be exclusive.”

I nod my head in agreement. “Good. Your turn. Give me a rule.”

“It’s not much of a rule…but I would rather not hide this from my friends if that’s okay with you. They’d probably end up figuring it out on their own, and I don’t like the idea of hiding it from them, but if you'd rather keep it between us, then you’re going to need to teach me to lie.”

“What makes you think I know how to lie?”

“I don’t know, future lawyer,” she hums, a smile playing on her lips. “Why would I think that?”

“I’m a very honest person, Sunny. And I’d never ask you to lie to your friends.” It would be hypocritical of me to even ask that of her, considering Flynn already knows. “In fact, if it works better for you, we can get a billboard. Let the whole campus know.”

She grins at me, and it’s like a cold rush to my chest. Waking me up from a deep sleep. I could sit here and bask in that grin for the rest of my life. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

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