Riptide

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I wake up around 8 to see Walker playing on his phone, his arm still around me, while he talks to Aryan, who's still laying on the air mattress.

Walker hasn't yet put a shirt on, as I've been laying on him, but I can't say I mind. At all, really.

My thumb draws mindless circles on Walker's stomach as I adjust my eyes to the light streaming in through the windows, his breath hitching ever so slightly when my hand starts moving.

"Well goodmorning to you too."  Walker chuckles, turning off his phone and tilting my head up to meet his eyes. "How'd you sleep?"

"Great." I reply, my voice a bit raspy as my hand flattens on his side.

"Any particular reason why?" He asks jokingly, his hand resting on top of mind.

"Maybe because she slept next-to-slash-on-top-of her shirtless boyfriend who she finds extremely hot." Aryan suggests sarcastically, leaning his back against the side of my bed.

"Very helpful, Aryan." I scoff, but I can't help but grin.

"Oh, she finds me extremely hot." Walker giggles softly, his hand on the side of my neck.

"I never said extremely." I roll my eyes, feeling my cheeks grow a bit red anyways.

"Shut up." He orders, kissing me gently, his hand moving up to cup my cheek.

"Great. More PDA." Aryan groans, burying his head under the pillows and blankets on the air mattress.

"This isn't public, go away." Walker argues, deepening the kiss and applying more pressure, his gentle manner slowly falling.

"Ew." Aryan fake gags before standing up and walking too the door. "I'll be in the hallway when you're done."

"Whatever," Walker mumbles against my lips. "Thanks bro."

"Poor Aryan." I laugh, pulling away from the kiss.

"Sure, poor Aryan." Walker shrugs, kissing the side of my head. "Doesn't mean you gotta stop kissing me though."

"Ahh, you're obsessed." I tease him, subconsciously playing with a curl at the nape of his neck.

"We all already knew that, Captain Obvious." Walker rolls his eyes, pulling me closer to him.

"Fair enough." I chuckle, kissing him again, which makes him grin widely.

We kiss for a few moments before he pulls back and starts peppering quick kisses across my cheeks and forehead.

"Stop it!" I laugh, pushing him off gently. "Come on, we'd better get downstairs before Aryan thinks we went back to sleep."

"I'm honestly about to." Walker groans, rolling away from me and standing up, fixing the leg of his sweats.

"Nope." I shake my head, tossing him his shirt. "Put that on."

"We both know you like me better with it off. Come on, admit it." He says teasingly, flexing obnoxiously.

"Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night." I reply sarcastically, chuckling softly and snapping a picture of him.

"Uh, you make me sleep at night, otherwise I'd be up all night watching movies." Walker says as he starts walking towards my bedroom door, his shirt in his hand.

"Just put the damn shirt on." I tell him, following him out as he starts to put his shirt on, still pulling it over his head when we get to Aryan at the top of the stairs.

"Classy." Aryan says sarcastically. "You look like you just did the walk of shame while putting on your shirt."

"What does that even mean?" Walker asks in confusion, running a hand through his hair.