Page 194 of Hooking Up
I stare at my boyfriend. "What was that?"
"How we settle shit," Walker says.
I look to Dean.
He cocks a brow. "You got a problem with that?"
I guess not. "You're good now?" Guys are so weird.
They trade a look.How is that not obvious?
Walker moves to me. He leans in to whisper. "I let him win."
"You fucking wish you let me win." Dean shakes his headplease. He motions to the locker room. "Flirt with your girlfriend. I'm gonna change." He winks at me. "I won't tell if you picture me naked."
And he leaves.
What the…
"That's really it?" I ask.
"Yeah."
I tilt my head to one side. "Really?"
Walker's laugh lights up his dark eyes. "Yeah. Really." He leans in to press his lips to mine.
"I can't believe he beat you."
"I let him win."
"Did you though?"
"That's cold, sweetness."
My lips curl into a smile. This is okay. And, as much as Walker likes to pretend like nothing affects him, his friendship with Dean clearly means a lot.
"I better change," he says.
I nod. "I can't be the only one in shorts."
He gives me a long once-over. "Any way I can convince you to wear these forever?"
"I'm sure you can think of something."
* * *
Dean hopsonto the treadmill to my right. "Whatever you imagined, it's bigger."
Walker jumps onto the treadmill to my left. He makes a point of rolling his eyes. "Nobody is interested in your dick."
"Nobody? You want to put money on that?" Dean asks.
Walker laughs. "Sure. How much?"
"Nah, I can't stand to see you lose in front of your girl again. It's pitiful." He looks to Walker. "You casual with that information now?"
"Yeah." Walker turns up the speed on his treadmill until it's matching mine. "I'm not in high school. It's not a big deal."
