A boy who's jacked and kind.

It was no secret that Walker loved to carry you around. Princess style, piggyback, up on his shoulders, but he had never tried to carry you on only one of his shoulders.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

"You wanna do this trend?" Walker asked, looking at your phone. It was a man carrying his girl on her shoulder with background music from Sabrina Carpenter. He scoffed quietly to himself. He could do much better.

Without any hesitation, he picked you up, setting you on his bicep. Not even on his shoulder. "What about this?" Walker asked with a smirk. The fucker knew what he was doing.

Walker wrapped his arm on your thigh gently, shifting a bit so he could have a better grip on you. He wasn't even struggling the tad bit.

He didn't even really work on the biceps. They were from genetics and were probably enhanced since he does do a lot during the set, and he was pretty active sports wise.

Walker still had that smirk, looking up at you for your approval. "So? What are you thinking? You going to sit on my arm or shoulder?" He asked, his thumb gently caressing your thigh.