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he said. “It’s not bad, it’s just seems odd. I mean, we’ve been friends for almost twenty years, and here we are. Friends with benefits.”
    I turned to him and grinned. “I like fuck buddies.”
    He chuckled. “Okay. Fuck buddies.”
    In the past, I often felt embarrassed when looking at Luke with his shirt off. Even at the beach, I felt a need to turn away after a quick glance, almost as if I didn’t have the right to admire him. After we started fucking, I felt differently, and now enjoyed gawking at him at length.
    As we walked along the edge of where the ocean met the sand, I pressed my toes into the beach and twisted them as we walked, trailing slightly behind Luke. He walked in a steady pace, and never really goofed off, always seeming to be on a mission with a much deeper meaning. After falling behind by a considerable amount, I would run to catch up, admiring the form of the muscles in his back all along the way.
    “I don’t want to sound like a weirdo,” I said as I ran up to his side. “But you seem bigger than normal. You know, more muscular.”
    “Think so?” he asked.
    “Uh huh,” I said. “I do.”
    The San Diego sun was warm on my shoulders, but the breeze off the ocean was cool, as always. Luke seemed unaffected by the temperature changes, always wearing shorts and rarely wearing a shirt. He was a person who enjoyed nature much more than technology, and it seemed he felt a tighter connection to the earth the less clothing he wore.
    “I may have gained a few pounds with all that you’ve been feeding me. That, and as much surfing as I’ve been doing. Carrying that board up and down to Black’s is a bitch.”
    To the best of my knowledge, he didn’t own a scale, and probably had no idea of what he even weighed. I, on the other hand, weighed myself sometimes more than once a day, always worried I was on my way to becoming obese, although I really knew it would never happen.
    “Do you have a scale?” I asked.
    “A what?”
    “A scale.”
    “Like, to weigh myself?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Sure don’t. Can’t see much sense in it.”
    I shrugged. “You’d know how much you weigh.”
    He stopped walking and turned to face me. “And what good would that do me?”
    I stopped and twisted my hips back and forth, grinding my feet into the wet sand. “Well, you could see if you’re gaining weight or losing it, and change your diet or whatever to try and be where you wanted to be. Just like everyone else who has one.”
    He glared at me for a second and turned away as if I had just recommended he rob a bank. After he was ten or fifteen feet away, I shook my head and ran to catch up.
    “I was just wondering if you’ve gained weight, don’t get all butt hurt.” I chuckled.
    He paused and turned toward me. “When I’m hungry, I eat. When I’m full I stop. I exercise because I enjoy it and it provides me peace of mind. A scale isn’t going to change anything,” he said.
    “Fine. But you look like you’ve gained weight,” I said.
    “Good.” He grinned. “I guess.”
    I liked how I could tell Luke he gained weight and he didn’t care. Women, on the other hand, would be in tears after hearing the exact same thing. 
    “So, are you hungry?” I asked.
    He glanced toward the sun. “Actually, I am.”
    Luke didn’t own a watch. He was the type of person to gauge the time of day based on where the sun was in the sky. If the sun was rising, it was morning. If it was in mid-sky, it was noon, and when the sun set, it was night time. His life, in that one respect at least, was pretty simple.
    I shielded my eyes with my palm, glanced toward the sun, and turned toward him as I lowered my hand. “Me too. Looks like it’s about lunch time.”
    He glanced up the beach toward the boardwalk. “Smart ass.” 
    Hand-in-hand we walked to Draft , a pub at the end of the boardwalk that faced the beach. We often held hands, something that started long before we began fucking. It was something I