Page 129 of Kiss Me in the Dark
“What if I want you to be?”I ask softly.The words feel strange on my tongue—calling another guy my boyfriend—but with Cameron, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
He shifts away from me, the tension in the air growing thicker.Sitting up, he turns to face me.I follow suit, sitting up as well.
“Why are you doing this?”he asks, his voice cracking slightly.“Aren’t you tired of hurting me?”
I reach out to touch him, but he slaps my hand away, and my chest tightens.
“I’m sorry,” I say, sighing deeply.“I’ve been unfair to you, and I don’t have any excuses.I was scared—terrified, actually—of what I felt for you.I hated seeing you with other guys, hated the thought of losing you to someone else.I wasn’t ready to accept what I was feeling.”
He lets out a sad laugh, shaking his head.“Stop lying to me, Fox.Just because you know how I feel about you doesn’t give you the right to use it against me.”
“I’m not lying,” I say firmly.“I’m not using anything against you.I do want you, okay?This is hard for me.I’ve been straight my whole life—at least, that’s what I thought.I’ve never kissed a guy before, never touched one, never told anyone I had feelings for them.Not even the girls I dated.”
I pause, searching his eyes, hoping he understands.
“And then you came into my life, and everything changed.Everything feels perfect with you.I want this, Cam.I want us.I want to kiss you, touch you, make love to you—I want all of it.Only with you.I don’t care if this doesn’t make sense to anyone else—it makes sense to me.It feels right.”
I exhale deeply, the weight of my confession lifting slightly.Finally, I’ve said it.Finally, I’ve admitted the truth I’ve been running from.
Cameron stares at me, silent and biting his bottom lip so hard I’m afraid he’ll hurt himself.
“Please,” I whisper.
His beautiful brown eyes lock onto mine, piercing through me.“I don’t know, Fox,” he says softly, standing and walking toward his wardrobe.He opens it, rummaging around as if searching for a shirt, but I can see the turmoil in his movements.
I get out of bed and approach him cautiously.He spins around, holding up a hand to stop me.
“Don’t,” he warns.
My heart clenches, but I take another step forward, ignoring his resistance.“Cam, I want you.”
“You don’t want me,” he says, his voice cracking.“You just want to hurt me, like you always do.How am I supposed to believe you mean any of this?”
I stop in front of him, letting my arms slip around his waist.He shivers at the contact but doesn’t pull away.
“What do you want, Fox?”he asks, his voice trembling.
“You.It’s always been you,” I whisper, gently brushing his blonde strands out of his eyes and tucking them behind his ear.His breath hitches as I lean closer.
I press my lips to the curve of his neck, my voice soft against his skin.
“Every part of you.”
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“Everypartofyou,”he whispers, his voice low and raw.My heart constricts painfully, and I realize I’m not breathing normally anymore.
How did we even get here?
Nearly four months ago, all we did was fight.Arguments, shouting, tension—our apartment had become a battlefield.We barely even had conversations.And now, my roommate, the guy I’ve been crushing on way more than I should, just confessed that he likes me.He wants me to be his boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
I feel like I need a glass of water.Something to dilute the weight of his words, to ground me in reality.Is this even real?Can I trust him?
Fox Wilder is the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.He doesn’t commit to anyone.His whole existence revolves around having sex with a different girl every night because he can.He’s Fox—the guy every girl wants.And now, suddenly, he’s standing here saying he wants to commit to me, a guy.The same guy he used to mock for being “too sensitive” and “too careful.”
