Page 79 of One Day

“I think it already burst, Sunny,” I tell her with a hint of a laugh, kissing her neck before grabbing my phone. “I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t going anywhere.”

“Promise?” she asks, sitting up when I roll onto my back with my buzzing phone in hand. “You and me, this, it’s not just some fling, right? We’re actually doing this? Because you should know, once I get attached to things, specifically someones, I don’t let go. You’re going to be stuck with me for life, Cowboy. I don’t have any plans to stop loving you.”

Moving my hand to her waist, I give it a gentle squeeze and pull her over to straddle my hips. Her hands come to my shoulders when I sit up and slide my hand down her thighs. “It’s a good thing I plan to love you for the rest of my life, isn’t it?” I ask. “I want everything with you.”

She smiles and leans forward, kissing me. “I adore you,” she says before her eyes dart down to the phone in my hand. “You should probably get that.” She taps the corner of my phone, reaching for the front of the screen to answer it. “Tell her I say hi.”

A snicker slips out as I bring my phone up to my ear. “Hi, Mama,” I answer, smiling when Sonya presses forward and drapes her arms over my shoulders. Her fingers finding their way into my hair. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I slept fine, Peach, and where might you be this morning?”

“I’m at my girlfriend’s.”

Sonya pulls back and mouths at the same time my mom says, “Girlfriend?”

I nod my head, trailing my free hand up Sonya’s thigh. “Girlfriend. Love of my life. Forever,” I say, humming softly. “Any of the above works for me.”

“I like the sound of being your girlfriend,” Sonya hums, kissing me quickly before leaning toward my phone. “Hi, Lillian!”

My mom's laugh is rich in my ear. “Put me on speaker, please, Peach.”

I follow her request and bring my phone down, pressing the speaker button on the screen and holding it between Sonya and me. “You’re on speaker, Mama.”

“Hi, Sonya,” she says, her voice bright and warm. “I’m hoping you’re not too sick of Walker yet. I’d love it if you would join us for breakfast if you’re free.”

“Really?” Sonya asks, her eyes darting up to me, almost like she’s looking for permission. She rubs her lips together, and when I nod, her answer follows, “I’d love to! If you’re sure I’m not imposing.”

“Not at all! I’ve only got until tomorrow here, and I intend on getting to know the woman my son is in love with. I’m going to start cooking now if the two of you want to head over soon. Any requests?”

“No requests. We’ll be there soon,” Sonya says, already sliding off my lap despite my attempts to hold her in place. “Can we stop and pick anything up on our way?”

“Just bring yourselves! I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, Mama,” I say, ending the call when Sonya moves toward her closet to grab a change of clothes. “What do you think you’re doing? I’m not done with you.”

“We, boyfriend, are getting ready to go back to your apartment,” she says, turning to face me with her hands on her hips. My shirt bunches beneath her grip. “You can have me later.”

“Promise?” I ask, standing up to approach her. I extend my hands, and when she takes them, she takes a few eager steps forward, letting me pull our tangled hands behind my back. “Are you sure you want to come to breakfast? You don’t need to.”

“Do you not want me to come?”

“Of course, I want you to come. I want you with me everywhere, Sunny, but it is my mom, and this is new, so if you’re not ready for that, it’s okay.”

She smiles, her fingers flexing in mine as she leans forward on her toes, pressing her lips to the bottom of my chin. “I know, and I would tell you if I didn’t want to go, but I like your mom. I especially like you. Plus, I’m starving.”

“All great reasons to want to go have breakfast at my apartment.”

She grins and untangles from me, reaching for the hem of my shirt to pull it off. “For you,” she says, standing in front of me in her thong and nothing else.

A groan falls from my lips at the sight of her in front of me, drinking in every bare inch of silky skin. A mischievous grin graces her lips when she leans down to pick something off the bottom shelf of her closet organizer, showing off her perfect handle of an ass. “Sunny, are you trying to kill me?”

“Me? Never.”

Turns out Sonya is, in fact, trying to kill me, but not by lack of clothing. Instead, it’s by the way she’s sunk into the chair next to me and keeps adjusting the short floral skirt spread out across her thighs. Each time she moves, the thin fabric shifts and shows off more of her tender skin. Every time it shuffles, I have to force myself not to reach for her.

My mom and Flynn are currently sitting across from us, trying to make conversation, and I’ve got my head in the clouds. In a Sonya-induced daydream, one where my hand is between her thighs. I am so out of it, so focused on the girl next to me that I don’t realize I’m being talked to until Sonya’s hand is running up my thigh. My eyes drop to her hand, resting mine over hers to squeeze her fingers.

“My friend, Everett, is a fine arts student here, too. He was in the same show.” Sonya turns the conversation around to let me catch up. “I felt so untalented walking into that gallery, or literally any gallery ever. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body.”

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