Page 40 of Kiss Me in the Dark
Fox looks up, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.“Oh yeah?Don’t make me throw you out, Cam.Don’t push it further than you already have.”
The way he says my name—sharp, casual, like it’s just a syllable and not my entire body clenching around the sound—makes my heart stutter.
“And you need to stop bringing random girls here to hook up with,” I add, heat rising to my face.“It’s disgusting.I can’t even sleep—”
I stop.
Too much.I said too much.
His brows lift, slow and deliberate.Then the smirk returns.“What?Does it turn you on?”
My stomach flips.
He stands, stretching to his full height, and I realize just howbighe is.He towers over me as he crosses the room, each step deliberate.
The air feels like it thickens with each step.
“Maybe the sounds make you wish it was you instead of them,” he murmurs, voice low and rough and far too intimate.
I swallow hard.My brain tells me to move, to look away,do something—but my feet stay planted.My skin’s on fire, my pulse a frantic drumbeat in my ears.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I manage, barely above a whisper.
He stops in front of me, a breath away.His eyes burn into mine, then flicker to my mouth.My gaze betrays me and does the same—his lips are pink, parted, just barely damp.
I hate how badly I want to know what they taste like.
“I just want to know, Cam.”His voice is gravel-soft as he plants one hand on the wall beside my head, trapping me.The other hand rests on my hip like he owns every inch of this moment.
He leans in.
My breath catches.My heart is sprinting, and all I can think about is how close he is, howwarm, how he smells faintly of citrus and smoke, and—
This can’t be happening.
My first kiss can’t be with FoxfuckingWilder.
And yet…
I find myself leaning in.Slowly.Stupidly.
The space between us disappears, our mouths almost touching—
“Fox!” Lexi’s voice cuts through the apartment like a slap.
We jerk apart, both startled, dazed like we’ve just woken from a dream we weren’t supposed to have.Fox runs a hand through his hair, grabs his book, and stalks out of the kitchen without a single word.
I stay frozen.
The heat of him still lingers, buzzing in my skin like electricity.
ThankGodLexi showed up.
But why does it feel like my chest is sinking?
I lean against the wall, struggling to breathe evenly, trying to piece together what just almost happened.
From the living room, I hear voices—Lexi’s high and animated, Fox’s lower, quieter.She’s here again.Didn’t they just see each other earlier?
