Yesterday, you and Walker shared your first kiss. It had started as a silly, drunken dare during a game of truth or dare, and while the initial kiss might have been a joke, it didn’t end there. As the night wore on and the drinks kept flowing, you both found yourselves drawn together again, sharing kiss after kiss. By the time the evening wound down, you made it clear to him that, while last night had been fun, it was just that—a one-time thing between friends.

Walker, however, had wanted more for a while now. Today, as you both sat with your friends by the beach, watching the sun set over the waves, a quiet jealousy stirred in him. The couple in your friend group laughed, leaning into each other in a way that was easy and natural. Walker couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned in close, his voice low as he murmured in your ear, a hint of frustration coloring his tone.

“This could be us, but you’re playin’.”

The words were casual and his voice was soft, but his gaze lingered, and you could feel the weight of his meaning in every glance he cast your way.