Page 130 of Kiss Me in the Dark
I shake my head, sigh, and turn away from him.I grab a T-shirt from my wardrobe, pulling it over my head as the weight of his confession presses on me.I can’t deal with this right now.
“I need a glass of water,” I mutter, flashing him a tight smile before walking out of my room.My breaths come fast, and I know it’s not from the short walk to the kitchen.
The fact that Fox Wilder—Fox freaking Wilder—just gave me an orgasm is still mind-blowing.He touched me like I was one of his girls, and worse, I liked it.I can’t stop replaying it in my head, wondering if maybe, just maybe, he means what he says.
But he’s Fox.Why would he touch me like that?Why would he say those things?And why, God why, does he have to be so good at it?
I grab a glass and pour myself some water, the cool liquid a weak attempt at calming the storm in my chest.I’m not even surprised when I feel him behind me.
“You don’t want me, Cam?”Fox’s voice is soft but filled with something raw.
How can he even ask me that?I’ve spent the past few months wanting him, craving him, wishing he’d see me the way I see him.I take a long sip of water, keeping my back to him.I need a moment to think.Fox has hurt me too many times—I can’t afford to trust him so easily.
“Is this about Blaze?”
“What?”I whip around, glass still in hand.He’s leaning casually against the doorframe, still shirtless, and I have to force myself to look only at his face.
“The guy you’re dating.It’s Blaze, right?”
“God,” I groan, setting the glass down and running my fingers through my hair.Why did I ever tell him I was dating someone?
“If you think it’s Blaze,” I say, crossing my arms and staring him down, “don’t you think it’s pretty shitty to hit on your friend’s boyfriend?Or, you know, touch him down there?”
He sighs, looking at the floor before meeting my gaze again.There’s something so different about him tonight—he’s open, vulnerable, and I’m not sure I know how to handle it.
“I just wanted to make sure there’s a part of you that still wants me,” he admits quietly.
“Oh.And that means touching me?”
Fox straightens up, walking into the kitchen but stopping a safe distance from me.
“You liked it,” he says simply, his voice steady.
“And you?”
“I did,” he whispers.“Still want to.”
I exhale sharply, shaking my head.“Is this because you saw Blaze and me back on the field?Talking?Maybe looking like we were about to kiss?”
His jaw tightens, and he closes his eyes briefly, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he speaks.
“I don’t want him to have you.”
“Why’s that?”I press, my arms still crossed.
“Because I want to be the one to have you.I’m not playing games, Cam.I’m not joking.”
His voice cracks, and for a second, I almost believe him.But my frustration gets the better of me.
“Or you’re just being possessive again,” I shoot back.“You’re jealous because someone else has my attention, and you’re making sure no one else gets it.And when morning comes, you’ll go back to being the same Fox—avoiding me, hurting me, pretending none of this happened.”
“That’s not true.”His voice rises slightly, desperate.“I fucking like you, okay?More than I’ve ever liked anyone.I was confused, scared—ashamed, even.”He runs a hand down his face, the exhaustion in his movements mirroring mine.“But this is real, Cam.I want you.I’ve thought about it, and I’m sure.I don’t want anyone else.Just you.”
His words hang in the air, heavy and sincere.My chest tightens, my heart racing.How is he the only one who can make me feel like this?But how can I be sure I make him feel the same?
“Are you bi-curious?”I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I have better things to do than be bi-curious,” he says, rolling his eyes.
