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(THIS IS A FILMING PAGE BUT YOU NEED TO READ IT TO MAKE SENSE OF THE UP COMING PAGES WOTH XIOMARA AND WALKERS RELATIONSHIP DO NOT SKIP THIS CHAPTER OR IT WON'T MAKE SENSE!!!)
"Hey, a bunch of us are going to Jarrett's. Ready?" Noah asked Xiomara.
"Um, I have to be home in 20 minutes," Xiomara said, glancing at her watch.
"Well, you know I don't have to be home till 2:00, so..." McKenna added casually, earning a sharp look of betrayal from Xiomara.
"One more chance," Noah offered.
"Aw, man, I can't. Damn," Xiomara replied sarcastically, looking away from the two.
"That's a shame," McKenna said with a smirk.
"You wanna go?" Noah asked, turning to McKenna. Xiomara immediately looked at them.
"Sure," McKenna said with a smile.
"McKenna!" Xiomara called out, clearly annoyed.
"Hey, you passed," McKenna replied, walking off with Noah's arm around her shoulder.
"Bitch," Xiomara muttered under her breath, left standing alone as she tried to collect her thoughts. That's when she heard footsteps behind her.
"Hey. Having fun tonight?" Walker asked, his tone cool as he started walking past her before she could answer. There was a flicker of something real behind his words—he was still hurt by what he heard Mason say the day before.
"Tons," Xiomara said dryly, watching him leave. "Hey, Walker? Um... Do you think you could give me a ride home?"
The car ride was quiet, filled only with soft music and tension. Walker pulled up in front of Xiomara's house and parked. She unbuckled her seatbelt slowly.
"You never wanted to go sailing with me, did you?" Walker finally asked, breaking the silence. But his words carried more weight than that—it was clear what he really meant.
"Yes, I did," Xiomara said quietly.
"No, you didn't," Walker replied, voice steady.
"Well, okay, no, not actually..."
"Well, then that's all you had to say," Walker said, glancing down. His next words came out shaky. "Have you always been this selfish?"
"Yes," Xiomara whispered, not defending herself.
"You know, just cause you're beautiful, that doesn't mean that you can treat people like they don't matter. I mean, I really liked you Xio, okay. I defended you when people called you conceited, I helped you when you asked me to, I protected you from weirdos, I learned French and Spanish for you. Xiomara, it hurt when Mason said that the two of you almost kissed. And then you just blow me off so you could—"
He didn't get to finish.
Xiomara leaned in, her hands trembling slightly as she closed the space between them. She kissed him—softly at first, as if unsure if she had the right. But the moment their lips touched, all the tension between them broke like a wave. Walker froze for a split second, stunned. Then he kissed her back. It wasn't perfect or planned—just raw, messy, and real.
Walker felt like he had been holding his breath for weeks, and now he was finally exhaling. Every bit of confusion, hurt, and want melted into that kiss. His hand almost lifted to her cheek, but he held himself back, like touching her might make the moment end too soon.
For Xiomara, kissing him was like finally admitting something out loud she'd tried to bury. It was warm and terrifying. Her chest fluttered, but she didn't pull away. It felt too right, too overdue.
Then, just as quickly, she pulled back. She didn't say anything else—just opened the car door, looked at him with a smile that said more than any apology could, and stepped out.
"Thank you," she said quietly, then headed up the path to her front door, heart still racing.
Walker sat there, stunned and wide-eyed, trying to replay every second of what just happened.
Then a grin spread across his face.
"And I'm back in the game!" he said, laughing under his breath as he hit the steering wheel with triumph.
