Page 126 of Kiss Me in the Dark
She giggles, stepping out of the car, and I watch as she walks through the big gates.
I sigh, gripping the steering wheel tightly.Cameron.I don’t know how I’m going to fix this mess, but I have to try.
I park my car in the lot and step out, the cold air brushing against my skin.The elevator ride feels endless, my mind replaying the day’s events on a loop.When I reach the apartment, I twist the doorknob and find it locked.Cameron isn’t home.
Good.
I don’t want him to know I’m here—not yet.I need time to think, to gather my thoughts.Before I confront Blaze, I need to talk to Cameron.
Unlocking the door, I step inside and head straight to my room, locking it behind me.After a quick shower, I pull on a pair of sweatpants and collapse onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.
The apartment is quiet when Cameron returns a couple of hours later.I hear him moving around, but he doesn’t know I’m here.That’s fine.I’m not ready to face him.Yet sleep is impossible.He’s all I can think about.
Cameron.
I want him so badly it’s unbearable.
I get out of bed, my body moving on instinct.Shirtless, clad only in my sweatpants, I walk toward his room.My mind races with doubt and anger—anger at Blaze for the way he looks at Cameron, anger at myself for avoiding him for weeks like a coward.The image of them together, Blaze smirking and Cameron smiling, fuels my frustration.
Without knocking, I push Cameron’s door open.
His bedside lamp is on, casting a warm glow across the room.He’s lying on his bed, shirtless, one arm resting across his forehead.He looks peaceful, but the moment he hears the door, his eyes snap open.
He sits up abruptly, staring at me in shock.
“W-what are you doing?I mean… what are you doing here?”he stammers.
I step inside, my eyes briefly scanning the room.
“I couldn’t sleep,” I say simply, moving toward his bed.
His eyes widen as I climb onto it without waiting for an invitation.
I lay back, staring at the ceiling, the tension in the room almost palpable.Cameron sits frozen, clearly trying to process what’s happening.I know I don’t deserve to be here—not after the way I’ve treated him.
I sigh, turning my head to look at him.“Can you lie back?”
He hesitates but eventually gives in, resting against the bed again.He doesn’t look at me, his arm once more draped across his forehead.
I prop myself on my side, my head resting on my arm as I stare at him.Without his glasses, he looks softer, even more beautiful.His golden skin glows under the lamplight, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Stop staring at me like that,” he mutters, his voice edged with awkwardness.
“Like what?”I whisper, my eyes lingering on the faint definition of his torso.
“Like I’m a piece of fine art or something.”He turns his head slightly to meet my gaze, but he quickly looks away again.
I smile.“You know,” I say softly, “I’ve always thought I was the most good-looking guy alive.”
Cameron lets out a quiet chuckle.“Cocky much?”
“Yeah,” I admit with a grin.“But then I met you, and I thought, ‘Why’s he so damn fine?’More than me, actually.”
Cameron falls silent, his lips pressing into a thin line.
I know he’s heard compliments before.He might look like the quiet, nerdy type, but anyone with eyes can see how striking he is.
“Why are you here?”he finally asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
