“Want me to order the food?” Walker’s sly grin crept up as he saw my hand rubbing my hip, not realizing he even asked me a question. “Mags? You okay?”
I slammed my eyes shut, quickly taking in a sharp breath, the burning wave of angry skin screaming to be rid of its permanent paint was incredibly discomforting, but tried to smile. “Yeah, why?”
He started to make his way to the kitchen. “Give me a second. I’ll make you feel better.” He came back into the living room, sitting on the couch with a cup of ice, hand soap, and paper towels. “Mags, come lie down,” He patted the cushion next to him as his gaze dipped to my tender hip bone, “I’m going to help that stinging stop.”
I did as instructed, unzipping my shorts and pulling up my shirt to expose the black bandage covering my raw inked skin. Walker was an absolute gentleman, to my surprise. It was not in Walker’s normal character to be good when a girl was half naked lying down in front of him. He removed the bandage and rubbed the cold ice on my angry skin to help the stinging cease, and the swelling to go down, then washed it and patted my tattooed side dry. I moaned with relief and I could see the lustful desire in his eyes while he listened to my groans of pleasure, but he never made an advance.
“There.” He looked down at me, thirst consuming in his eyes as his tongue traveled slowly over his lower lip. “Is that better?” I sat up and nodded, thankfully. “That is so much better.”
I fixed my clothes and ordered a large pie, well done pie with pepperonis and black olives from my favorite Italian place just up the street. Walker grabbed both of us beers from the fridge and pulled me into his side to cuddle on the couch. I relaxed into his warm, strong body, wondering what would have happened just then if I hadn’t been his late best friend’s widow. My mind played out the seductive scene the ice would have brought on, and I felt my entire body shiver with desire. Just when my imagination started to run with the ideas, and my body acted to betray the platonic-only line Walker and I had, the doorbell was rung by the pizza delivery guy. Damn, right when everything was about to get interesting.
8
The darkness of night still blanketed the room when I was slowly awoken by the shallow breaths of someone lying next to me. My eyes shot open like a puppet as my mind raced to understand what was happening. I felt feverishly over my body, realizing I was completely naked. Jumping out of bed, I turned the light on my nightstand on as fast as I could. Huffing in my exertion, terror coursed through my body as Walker groggily pulled his head off the pillow groaning, “Babe, come back to bed and turn that damn light off.” I stood, paralyzed, holding my naked body in the middle of my floor, shivering. It took a few seconds, but I finally was able to form words for my anger and confusion. “Walker? What the fuck…”
The faint sound of buzzing started to bring me into the reality of the morning, waking up alone in my bed to daylight. The annoying buzzing continued while I looked around my empty bed, making sure I had just been having a terrible dream before. My cell flopped off my comforter in my fit of craziness, right into my lap. I sighed when I saw through slotted eyes the title of 'mother' glaring at me. Unwillingly, I answered the call.
“Yeah.” That was all I could muster. I hadn’t spoken to my mother since our fight and was still really pissed at her. Childish in its own way, but I felt like I deserved to hold onto this one.
“Honey?” My mom’s voice was sharp; a hint of worry laced the tone.
“Yeah, Mom?” I was not in the mood to chat, especially not with her, and I hoped my voice did a good job of expressing my aggravation.
“It’s just you’ve not been responding and I wanted to make sure you had enough groceries and that I didn’t need to send the maid again.”
“Mom, I told you I need my space. I’m a big girl. I can feed myself and clean my home. Please leave me alone.”
“Okay, sorry for loving you.” Her martyr attitude irked me and I hung up without dignifying it with a response.
I nestled back down into my pillow-topped mattress, getting my covers just right and let myself fall back into a light sleep for a while. My peacefulness was broken when the sound of my door shutting softly freaked me out, making me shoot up into a sitting position, staring right into Walker’s deer-in-the-headlights expression.
“Sorry, Mags. Didn’t mean to startle you.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck in nervousness. “I was just going to come up and make sure your tattoo was okay and that you were feeling alright...” His voice trailed off timidly, pausing for a moment before continuing. “We had a lot to drink yesterday…”
I yawned and stretched before responding, “I’ll jump in the shower soon and take care of my tat, it's not too bad.” I smiled warmly, and patted the bed next to me. “Did you sleep on the couch?”
Climbing under the covers next to me, he nodded. “Yeah, we got pretty lit last night.”
I curled up into his arms, nuzzling into his bare chest, breathing in his warm, sweet skin. We shifted until we were in the perfect, comfortable position. “Yeah, I don’t remember much after the pizza got here and we had a couple of beers.”
Walker chuckled a little in my ear. “You didn’t miss much. You passed out, pizza in hand, after you made us take a few shots of Jack. So I brought you up here, held you for a little while you cried in your sleep. Once you stopped, I went back downstairs and slept there, not wanting to be too far if you needed me again.”
I let my head fall into the crook of his shoulder and neck, breathing in his amazing scent of cologne, beer, and sun baked skin again; it was still fantastically intoxicating. “You’re amazing,” I whispered right next to his cheek, letting my lips graze the light stubble of his jaw line. I closed my eyes and then kissed him quickly, before cuddling back down in his arms. I was so comfortable while he held me, the anger of my conversation with my mother, and the terrible heartache faded.
We dozed off for about an hour before a phone’s vibrations woke me up again. This time it was Walker’s. I looked at the phone on my nightstand and saw it was Mitch, so without thinking about the time or how it might seem, I answered the phone, trying to not wake Walker.
“Hey Mitch, its Mags. What’s up?” I gently slid out of Walker’s embrace to finish the call from my bathroom, trying to be polite.
“Mags? Is Walker at your place this early? I thought he got there later on Sundays.” His voice was sterner than I was expecting but I brushed it off. Walker and I were platonic, innocent friends; Mitch was the last person I thought would ever suspect otherwise.
“We drank some more after you dropped us off. Walker slept on the couch and is still sleeping.” I figured I shouldn’t volunteer where, that might look bad. “I can tell him you called if you want, or is there something you need?”
“Um, can I come over? I don’t want to be alone. Y’all are my best friends. I kind of need you.” His voice broke off, becoming more and more desperate with every word. I figured it was not the time to start asking questions, Mitch would explain everything when he got over. “Yeah of course, you don’t even have to ask. See you soon. I’ll make us breakfast or something.”
“Okay, uh, thanks Mags. See you soon.”