You and Walker have been close friends since childhood—so close that no one would be surprised if you eventually started dating.

You were in his room, sitting on his bed, completely absorbed in your book. He had spent weeks begging you to hang out at his place, and now that you were here, all you were going to do was read? No way he was going to let that slide.

Lying on his stomach in front of you, his head propped up by his hands, he simply watched you, a small smile tugging at his lips. After a moment, he reached out, gently moving your book away from your face before poking your cheek.

"Are you going to talk to me or what?" he teased, chuckling softly, his eyes shining with something warm—something like admiration.