Just Between Friends
Pairing: Wally West/F!Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: best friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love, jealousy, oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie
Summary: You and Wally have spent years insisting that the two of you are just friends. That changes when Wally develops a serious objection to your third date with another man.
Author’s Note: written for @mxyrose’s request for my 1k celebration!
Wally let himself into your apartment while you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror with one earring in and the other clenched between your teeth.
The lock turned, followed by the familiar scrape of the door against the section of hardwood you’d been meaning to sand down for six months. Wally had offered to fix it approximately sixteen times. You’d refused every offer because letting a speedster loose with power tools sounded like the beginning of an insurance claim, which had never stopped him from reminding you that the door was eventually going to ruin the floor.
“Before you yell at me,” he called, “I knocked.”
You pushed the earring through your lobe and leaned closer to the mirror. “You absolutely did not.”
“I knocked in spirit.”
“That isn’t how knocking works.”
“It is when you have a key.”
A paper bag rustled somewhere beyond the bathroom, and you paused with your fingers at the clasp. “Did you bring food?”
“I was already out.”
You stepped into the hallway and found Wally standing in your kitchen in jeans, sneakers, and the dark blue sweatshirt you’d given him two Christmases ago. A familiar takeout bag sat on the counter beside him, the restaurant’s name printed across the side in large red letters.
“That place is forty minutes away.”
Wally glanced at the bag as though he’d only just noticed where it came from. “For you.”
“You live twenty minutes in the opposite direction.”
“Geography is complicated.”
“You can run across the country in minutes.”
“Exactly. Really messes with your sense of distance.”
His mouth twitched when you folded your arms, and you had to fight your own smile. Wally had always been able to talk his way through being caught doing something ridiculous, but bringing your favorite takeout from across the city on the night of your third date with Jacob was particularly shameless.
“I have dinner plans,” you reminded him.
“I know.”
The answer came quickly enough to make you narrow your eyes.
Wally opened the bag and busied himself arranging your usual order and the dumplings you always claimed you wouldn’t finish. “You told me.”
“I told you I had a date.”
“Right.”
“My third date.”
“I wasn’t keeping count.”
You stared at him.
He lasted three seconds before looking away.
“Wally.”
“What?”
“You hate him.”
“I’ve never met him.”
“You called him boring.”
“I said architecture sounded boring.”
“You asked if he designed parking garages and then sent me seventeen pictures of ugly ones.”
“That was research.”
You finally laughed, and the satisfaction on his face suggested he’d been waiting for it. He nudged the dumplings toward you, apparently deciding that making you smile meant he’d won something.
“At least eat one before you go.”
“We’re getting dinner.”
“Fine. But if the portions are tiny and pretentious, these will be in the fridge.”
There was enough genuine concern beneath the joke that your chest softened despite yourself. Wally had always taken care of you in ways small enough to dismiss individually. He remembered what you ordered when you were sick, noticed when you were almost out of cereal, and could tell the difference between the silence that meant you wanted company and the silence that meant you wanted to be left alone.
It was what best friends did.
At least, that was what the two of you had been telling people for years.
Whenever someone mistook you for a couple, one of you corrected them and the other agreed. You were “just friends” when Wally started keeping a toothbrush in your bathroom. “Just friends” when you became the first person he called after missions. “Just friends” when he stopped asking before putting an arm around you or resting his hand on your thigh because casual affection had become so ordinary between you that neither of you seemed to notice it anymore.
You’d believed the explanation because examining the alternative had always seemed more dangerous.
Then Wally looked up and saw your dress properly.
His gaze caught somewhere below your face. The dress wasn’t particularly revealing, but it followed your waist and hips closely, with a neckline low enough that you’d spent five minutes debating necklaces before deciding against one. You’d worn it before. Wally had certainly seen you in less.
He’d never looked at you quite like this.
“What?”
His eyes snapped back to yours. “Nothing.”
“You’re staring.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “You look nice.”
There was nothing unusual about the compliment. Wally told you that you looked nice when you’d spent two hours getting ready and when you were wearing stained sweatpants with your hair barely brushed. He’d once called you beautiful while you had the flu, immediately followed by a warning not to sneeze in his direction.
Something about the careful way he said it now sent warmth creeping up your chest.
“Thank you.”
His gaze dipped again before he caught himself. “Really nice.”
“For my date,” you said, because apparently you enjoyed making him uncomfortable.
Wally’s expression tightened for an instant. “Yeah.”
Your phone buzzed from the bathroom counter before you could decide whether you’d imagined it.
Jacob was downstairs.
By the time you were ready to leave, Wally was sliding the untouched food into your refrigerator. He knew where everything went without asking. Of course he did. Three of his shirts were in your dresser, a charger for his phone had lived beside your couch for over a year, and he’d somehow become the emergency contact at your dentist after driving you home loopy and miserable from getting your wisdom teeth removed.
“I might be home late,” you said.
“That’s okay.”
“You don’t have to stay.”
“I know.” His gaze moved toward the television, where he’d already queued one of the movies the two of you kept meaning to watch. “I figured we could start this if you got back early.”
“Movie night is Thursday.”
“It was an optimistic assumption.”
The joke landed more quietly than the others.
You studied him for a moment before reaching for the door. “I’ll text you.”
His expression brightened before he managed to hide it. “You don’t have to.”
“I always do.”
“Yeah.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt. “Have fun.”
You made it halfway through the doorway before he called your name.
When you turned, Wally looked like he’d almost worked up the courage to say something else. His attention dropped briefly over your dress before his smile softened.
“Seriously,” he said. “You look beautiful.”
Your heart stumbled hard enough to annoy you.
“Thanks, Walls.”
You left before it could do anything stupider.
The date was fine, which was the problem.
Jacob was nice. He remembered that you’d mentioned liking the restaurant, asked questions without turning dinner into an interview, and made you laugh often enough that you stopped checking your phone after the first hour. He was attractive, thoughtful, and plainly interested in seeing you again.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with him.
You should’ve wanted him to kiss you.
When he walked you back to your building and leaned in, you let him. His mouth was warm, one hand resting lightly at your waist as the kiss lingered for several pleasant seconds.
Pleasant should’ve been enough.
Instead, your mind supplied the memory of another hand settling in that exact place as Wally guided you through a crowded room, his palm familiar and careless against your side because neither of you had ever thought twice about touching each other.
Jacob drew back with a smile. “I had a really good time.”
“So did I.”
“Can I call you tomorrow?”
You hesitated only long enough to hate yourself for it. “Yeah.”
He wished you goodnight and walked away, leaving you with the uncomfortable realization that you were comparing a perfectly decent man to someone who had never actually asked you for anything more than friendship.
By the time you reached your floor, there was a thin strip of light beneath your apartment door.
Wally was still there.
You unlocked the door and found him stretched across your couch with the movie paused on the television. He sat up almost immediately, his eyes moving over you with a speed that had nothing to do with his powers.
“You’re home.”
“You’re still here.”
“I got invested.”
“You paused it less than a quarter in.”
“I got moderately invested.”
You set your purse beside the door and slipped out of your shoes. Wally’s gaze lingered on your face, and you knew the instant he noticed your lipstick had been smudged.
His expression changed.
“Don’t,” you said.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were about to.”
His jaw shifted before he tried for something casual. “Did you have a good time?”
“You want to ask if he kissed me.”
Wally’s eyes dropped to your mouth before he could stop them.
You touched your smudged lipstick. “That obvious?”
His expression tightened. “A little.”
You watched him for a moment. “You’re jealous.”
Wally gave a short, disbelieving laugh. “I’m not jealous.”
“You showed up with my favorite food before my date and then stayed in my apartment until I got home.”
“I’m here all the time.”
“That’s part of the problem.”
His smile faded.
You hadn’t meant to say it like that. Maybe you hadn’t meant to say it at all, but now that the words were out, everything you’d been deliberately ignoring for years seemed to crowd forward at once.
Wally pushed himself upright. “What does that mean?”
“It means you do this all the time.” You gestured helplessly around the apartment. “You let yourself in. You keep clothes here. You know when I’m almost out of groceries and when I haven’t answered my phone for three hours. You sleep in my bed when you don’t feel like going home, call me the second you get back from missions, kiss my forehead when you leave, and touch me whenever you want because we decided years ago that none of it means anything.”
His brows drew together. “I never said it didn’t mean anything.”
“You say we’re friends.”
“We are.”
The answer hurt more than it should have.
You laughed under your breath and looked away. “Exactly.”
Wally stood. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
He took a step toward you before stopping again. For someone whose entire life happened faster than everyone else’s, he looked strangely lost.
“You don’t get to act like my boyfriend every day and then remind me we’re just friends whenever it gets inconvenient,” you said.
Wally stared at you.
The silence stretched long enough for regret to begin curling in your stomach.
Then his expression shifted from confusion to something almost wounded. “Is that what you think I’ve been doing?”
“What else am I supposed to think?”
“I thought you didn’t want anything else.”
You blinked. “Why?”
“Because every time somebody thought we were together, you told them we weren’t.”
“So did you.”
“Because you did it first.”
The ridiculous simplicity of the answer stopped you.
Wally dragged a hand through his hair. “Do you remember that party at Dick’s four years ago? Somebody asked how long we’d been dating, and you nearly inhaled your drink trying to explain that we were friends. I thought you were making it clear.”
“That was four years ago.”
“I know.”
“And you decided that one conversation meant I could never change my mind?”
“I decided I wasn’t going to risk losing you because I wanted more than you did.”
The anger drained out of you almost immediately.
For years, you had each apparently been taking the other’s caution as rejection and responding with more caution of your own.
A helpless laugh escaped you.
Wally blinked. “What?”
“We’re idiots.”
His mouth twitched despite himself. “I was going to say victims of poor communication.”
“You’re supposed to be faster than this.”
“That was mean.”
“You earned it.”
His smile lasted only a second before his attention dropped to your mouth.
The air between you shifted.
“Did you want him to kiss you?” he asked.
Your breath caught.
“That isn’t fair.”
“I know.” Wally didn’t look away. “And I know I don’t get to be mad at you for going out with somebody when I’ve spent years pretending this is enough for me. But I am jealous. So fucking jealous, actually.”
The admission sent heat rushing through you despite the conversation that had produced it.
He stepped closer, leaving barely a foot between you.
“If you want me to back off, I will,” he said. “But if you’re telling me that I’ve been acting like your boyfriend, I need to know whether you actually want me to stop.”
You swallowed. “What if I don’t?”
Hope appeared so quickly on his face that your chest tightened.
Wally stepped closer. “Then I need you to tell me what you do want.”
This time, Wally didn’t fill the silence. He simply waited while you looked at the man who had been woven so thoroughly into your life that you’d stopped noticing where friendship ended and everything else began.
You reached for the front of his sweatshirt. His breath caught when your fingers curled into the fabric.
“Kiss me.”
He did.
The first press of his lips was softer than you’d expected after years of yearning. One hand settled carefully at your waist while the other cupped your jaw, and for several seconds Wally kissed you like he was still afraid this might disappear if he moved too quickly.
You leaned into him.
Whatever restraint he’d been holding onto broke.
His mouth opened against yours with a quiet sound that sent heat through you, and his arm slid firmly around your waist as he pulled you closer. You knew the warmth of his body and the fit of his hands around you, but you’d never known what it felt like when those same hands tightened because he wanted you.
Wally drew back just far enough to breathe.
“Holy shit.”
You laughed softly. “Romantic.”
“I’ve wanted to do that for years. Give me a second.”
“You stopped kissing me for that?”
His eyes flashed with sudden amusement before his mouth found yours again.
This kiss was harder.
Your back met the door as Wally crowded closer, his hand moving into your hair while his thigh settled between yours. Your hips shifted instinctively against him, and the groan he gave into your mouth made every familiar touch abruptly feel new.
His lips moved along your jaw toward your throat.
“You’ve sat in my lap wearing those tiny sleep shorts,” he murmured against your skin. “Do you have any idea what that did to me?”
“You always acted fine.”
“I was fighting for my life.”
You laughed, though it dissolved into a breath when his teeth grazed lightly below your ear. His hand slid lower to cup your ass through your dress, bringing you more firmly against his thigh.
“That wasn’t very friendly,” you whispered.
“Thank God.”
You kissed him before he could say anything else.
Wally lifted you easily, and your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you toward the couch. The movement drew a startled laugh from you, but he only smiled against your mouth before sitting with you straddling his lap.
The position should’ve felt ordinary. You’d landed in his lap before while wrestling for the remote, stealing his phone, or laughing hard enough to lose your balance.
You’d never felt him hard beneath you.
Your first slow roll of your hips wiped the smile from Wally’s face. His hands tightened around your waist as his head tipped back against the couch, a rough breath escaping him.
The reaction made you do it again.
“Careful,” he murmured.
“You’ve waited four years.”
“Exactly. I’d like to survive the next ten minutes.”
You leaned down and kissed his throat, smiling when his hips shifted beneath yours. Wally’s hands slid under your dress and along your thighs, but the humor gradually left his expression as his fingertips moved higher.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
He looked at you for another second, giving you time to change your mind, before his hand slipped between your thighs.
The first press of his fingers over your underwear made your breath catch.
Wally’s eyes darkened. “You’re already so wet.”
“You’ve had your thigh between my legs since the door.”
“Still taking the win.”
You rolled your eyes, but any response disappeared when he stroked over your clit through the fabric. Your hips followed the movement before you could stop them, and Wally watched you with an intensity that made your face warm.
“I’ve wondered about this so many times,” he admitted, slipping his fingers beneath your underwear. “What you’d sound like. What you’d feel like.”
His fingertip circled your clit directly, pulling a soft gasp from you.
“You could’ve found out sooner.”
“I’m painfully aware.”
You caught his lower lip between your teeth before he could make another joke. Wally’s fingers pressed more firmly against you, and your thighs tightened around his hips as heat gathered low in your stomach.
He kissed you again, slower this time.
“Bedroom?”
You glanced toward the hallway, then back at him. “What, getting tired already?”
The challenge had barely left your mouth before Wally stood with you still wrapped around him.
You laughed against his shoulder. “Show-off.”
“You started it.”
He carried you into the bedroom without using his speed, giving you time to feel every step and every shift of his hands against your thighs.
Your back met the mattress gently.
Wally followed you down, braced above you with an expression that had lost almost all of its usual mischief. His fingers found the zipper at the side of your dress.
“Can I?”
You nodded.
He pulled the zipper down slowly, kissing the newly exposed skin as he worked the dress from your body. When it finally slipped away, Wally went still.
His gaze moved over you with such open want that self-consciousness prickled beneath your skin.
“Say something.”
His eyes returned to yours. “I’m trying very hard not to embarrass myself.”
“That bad?”
“That good.”
Your smile softened.
Wally bent to kiss the center of your chest, then lower, his mouth following the curve beneath your breast as one hand settled over your hip.
“You’re beautiful.”
The quiet sincerity of it hit harder than any of his teasing had.
You touched his hair and let yourself feel the weight of what was happening. This was Wally. The man who knew how you took your tea and which side of the bed you preferred, who had seen you sick and exhausted and furious, who’d already been present for so many ordinary pieces of your life that there was almost nothing left to learn except this.
When his lips returned to yours, you tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt.
“Your turn.”
Wally sat back long enough to strip, using just enough speed to make you blink. His sweatshirt and jeans appeared neatly over the desk chair before he settled between your thighs in his boxers.
You stared.
He gave you an unapologetic grin. “Efficient.”
Your hand closed over him through the fabric.
The grin vanished.
A strained sound left his throat as you stroked him slowly, the hard length of his cock pressing into your palm.
“That’s going to become a problem very quickly.”
You smiled. “Good.”
Wally caught your wrist gently before you could speed up, then kissed your palm.
“Later.”
Before you could protest, his mouth moved down your stomach.
Understanding arrived when his fingers hooked into your underwear.
Your breath caught.
Wally glanced up. “Still okay?”
“Yeah.”
He drew them slowly down your legs.
After years of wanting this, you might’ve expected him to rush. Instead, he settled between your thighs and kissed the inside of one, then the other, his hands spreading them wider before his attention dropped between them.
The anticipation alone made you squirm.
“Wally.”
His mouth twitched. “I know.”
Then his tongue dragged slowly through your folds.
Your head sank back into the pillow.
Wally groaned as though he were the one being touched, his tongue circling your clit before flattening against it. He lingered whenever your breathing changed, quickly finding the pressure that made your hips lift from the mattress and your fingers tighten in his hair.
“Fuck,” you breathed.
His hands tightened around your thighs, and you felt his smile against you before his mouth returned to your clit. One finger slipped slowly inside you and curled.
Your back arched. “Oh.”
His eyes lifted to yours before he repeated the motion, adding a second finger and stretching you carefully while his mouth returned to your clit.
The combination drove coherent thought out of your head.
Your grip tightened in his hair as he worked his fingers steadily inside you, finding the spot that made your stomach clench and refusing to lose it once he had it. Pleasure built quickly, sharpened by the intimacy of knowing exactly whose mouth was between your thighs.
“Wally.”
His gaze met yours, and that was enough to send you over. Your orgasm rolled through you hard, your hips lifting as your body clenched around his fingers. Wally held you through it, keeping his mouth exactly where you needed him until the tension broke into trembling aftershocks.
He finally eased back and kissed the inside of your thigh.
The pleased look on his face was almost unbearable.
“Don’t start.”
“I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“You look smug.”
“I just made my best friend come on my tongue. I think I’m allowed an emotion.”
Your face heated. “Just your best friend?”
His eyebrows lifted.
You caught his shoulders and dragged him upward before he could turn that into another argument.
Wally laughed into the kiss, but the sound disappeared when you tasted yourself on his mouth and pulled him closer. His hips settled between your thighs, the hard length of him dragging against you through his boxers.
You reached down and pushed his boxers over his hips. Wally kicked them away before your hand wrapped around his cock.
The first slow stroke drew a rough breath from him and made his eyes slide closed, while the second sent his hips bucking into your hand.
“You’ve been hiding this from me?”
He opened one eye. “I feel like there are flaws in that accusation.”
You laughed and kissed him before sliding your hand down again.
Wally caught your wrist after another stroke. “If you keep doing that, this ends before the part I’ve been fantasizing about for four years.”
Heat curled low in your stomach. “I want you inside me.”
His entire expression changed.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You reached toward the nightstand, but Wally paused.
“Do we need a condom?”
“I’m on birth control, and my last screening was clear.”
“Mine too.”
You searched his face. “You’re comfortable without one?”
“Yes.”
“Then come here.”
He kissed you as he settled between your thighs.
The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, and both of you went completely quiet.
This felt different from everything else.
Wally looked at you, checking one last time.
You wrapped one leg around his waist and drew him closer. “Fuck me, Wally.”
He pushed inside. The stretch made your breath catch, and Wally stopped immediately.
“You okay?”
“I’m good.” You ran your fingers through his hair, keeping his forehead against yours. “Keep going.”
He sank deeper with deliberate care until his hips finally settled against yours.
The fullness stole your breath.
Wally stayed still for several seconds, his eyes closing as he exhaled shakily against your cheek. “You feel incredible.”
You shifted beneath him.
His hands tightened against the sheets.
A laugh escaped you. “You planning on moving?”
“I was having a moment.”
“You can have it while moving.”
His smile returned, softer than before.
Then he drew back and thrust into you.
The first few strokes were slow, giving you time to adjust before the stretch settled into pleasure. You pulled him closer with your legs and met the next movement of his hips, and Wally’s control loosened.
His pace increased gradually.
Your hands moved over his back as he fucked into you, each deeper thrust pulling another sound from your throat. He kissed your mouth, your jaw, the side of your neck, never staying away from you for long enough to make the closeness feel accidental.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Keep going.”
His next thrust was harder.
Pleasure jolted through you.
Wally watched your expression before doing it again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His hand slipped between your bodies and found your clit.
Your legs tightened around him.
“Fuck, Wally.”
He groaned at the sound of his name, his mouth brushing your ear. “You feel so good.”
The words went straight through you.
You’d known Wally’s voice in almost every circumstance imaginable: breathless with laughter, exhausted after missions, quiet on nights when whatever he’d seen wouldn’t leave him alone. You had never heard it like this, low and strained against your skin as he told you how good you felt around him.
You kissed him because the intimacy of it suddenly felt overwhelming.
Wally groaned into your mouth. “I love you.”
Everything inside you seemed to stop at once.
His hips did too.
Wally’s eyes opened.
The realization on his face might’ve been funny if your own heart hadn’t started pounding.
“I didn’t mean to say that right now.”
“Right now?”
“I mean, I meant it.” His words began coming faster as panic set in. “Obviously I meant it. I just had a whole idea about eventually saying it in a situation where I wasn’t actively inside you, because this is maybe not the most dignified—”
You kissed him.
Wally made a startled sound before his hand came up to cup your cheek.
“I love you too.”
He went completely still.
When you pulled back, the expression on his face made your chest ache.
“Really?”
You smiled. “Really.”
The joy that broke across his features was immediate.
You tightened deliberately around him.
Wally’s eyes widened.
“That was evil.”
“You stopped.”
“I was having the most important emotional breakthrough of my life.”
“You can have it while fucking me.”
A disbelieving laugh escaped him before his hips drove forward.
“God, I love you.”
This time your laugh became a moan.
Wally buried his face against your neck as his pace turned deeper and rougher, one hand gripping your hip while the other continued working steadily over your clit.
The pressure climbed quickly. You held onto him as your orgasm gathered low in your stomach, each thrust pushing you closer until your body tightened abruptly around him.
Your second orgasm hit harder than the first.
You cried out against his shoulder as Wally fucked you through it, his rhythm faltering when your cunt clenched around him. “Fuck.”
He lifted his head, breathing hard.
“Can I come inside you?”
The question sent another pulse through your oversensitive body.
“Yeah.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, Wally.”
His mouth found yours as his hips drove forward again.
A few strokes later, his body tensed above you. Wally pushed deep with a broken groan, his cock pulsing inside you as he came.
For several seconds, neither of you moved.
His breathing gradually slowed against your cheek before he lifted his head and looked at you.
A smile tugged at his mouth.
You narrowed your eyes. “Whatever you’re about to say, don’t.”
“I was only wondering whether this is still covered under friendship.”
You covered your face with both hands.
Wally laughed softly and kissed your fingers.
“You’re insufferable.”
“You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
His smile softened.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “You do.”
You lowered your hands and kissed him.
Wally eased out of you carefully before disappearing toward the bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth and a glass of water, cleaning you gently before climbing back into bed.
You settled against his chest without thinking.
That was when the strangeness of everything finally caught up with you. You’d slept like this hundreds of times. Wally’s arm curved around your waist the way it always did, and your cheek found the familiar place over his heart.
Only now, you were naked, pleasantly sore, and his come was still inside you.
You started laughing.
Wally looked down at you. “What?”
“We’ve been ridiculous.”
“Extremely.”
“You’ve had a toothbrush here for three years.”
“And?”
“You bought me a vacuum.”
“Your old one was a fire hazard.”
“You went to my cousin’s wedding.”
“You needed someone to dance with.”
“You told everyone you weren’t my date.”
Wally sighed. “Okay, that one looks bad in retrospect.”
Your laughter softened as his fingers moved lazily over your back.
The absurdity of it all had hidden something more frightening underneath. You’d crossed the line the two of you had spent years carefully avoiding, and there was no pretending it hadn’t changed anything.
“Wally?”
“Hmm?”
“What happens now?”
The humor left his face.
He looked at you properly before brushing his thumb along your side. “What do you want to happen?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s okay.”
“You’re not worried?”
“I’m terrified.” He smiled faintly when you looked up at him. “I’m just also pretty sure I’ve been accidentally dating you for years already.”
Warmth spread slowly through your chest.
“You’re very confident for someone who didn’t realize he was in a relationship.”
“I knew I was committed.” His hand settled at your waist. “I knew I wasn’t interested in anyone else. I just thought this was all I was allowed to have.”
That quieted you.
“I have to tell Jacob.”
A flicker of jealousy crossed Wally’s face before he grimaced at himself. “Right.”
“We weren’t exclusive.”
“I know.”
“And he didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I know that too.”
You rested your chin against his chest. “You still think architecture is boring?”
“I’m willing to admit that the parking garage thing was beneath me.”
“Seventeen pictures.”
“I was going through something.”
You laughed and tucked yourself closer.
“I’ll call him tomorrow.”
“Good.” Wally kissed your forehead, then seemed to realize what he’d done.
The gesture was exactly the same as it had always been.
That made it feel entirely different.
His eyes met yours.
“So,” he said carefully, “boyfriend?”
You pretended to consider it.
Wally looked offended. “Seriously?”
“I’m thinking.”
“I brought you dumplings from forty minutes away.”
“You tried to sabotage my date with carbohydrates.”
“I respected your right to make terrible romantic decisions.”
You smiled and shifted over him until you were straddling his hips again. “That’s a generous interpretation.”
Wally’s hands settled automatically at your waist. “I’m choosing growth.”
His own smile faded into something warmer when you leaned down and kissed him.
“Boyfriend,” you agreed against his mouth.
His entire face lit up. “You’re my girlfriend.”
“You sound surprised.”
“I’ve spent four years telling myself you weren’t.”
You kissed him before he could get sentimental enough to make your chest hurt, smiling when you rolled your hips and felt him beginning to harden beneath you again.
His hands tightened around your waist.
“Friends don’t do that,” he said.
“Good thing you got promoted.”
Wally rolled you beneath him, laughing as he kissed you again.
For once, neither of you bothered pretending you were just friends.
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