Page 31 of Kiss Me in the Dark
He laughs—a genuine laugh, and I feel my face heat up.“What, you wanna sext me?”he says with a smirk.
“You’re such an asshole,” I mutter, standing to head to the kitchen.
As I start preparing dinner, Fox calls out to me.“Cam.”
I stop, turning to face him.My pulse quickens slightly—why does he always have this effect on me?
“Try not to bring Landon here to have gay sex.It’s disgusting,” he says casually, his eyes glued to the TV screen.
I want to throw something at him.Anything as long as it’s going to hurt him.I grip the kitchen counter, forcing myself to calm down.
How the hell do I still find him attractive?
He’s constantly a dick—to me, to everyone around me.He’s not the only good-looking guy in existence.There are plenty of hot guys on campus who don’t act like assholes every time they open their mouths.
I pull out a box of pasta, setting it on the counter as I debate whether to ask if he wants any.
This is a bad idea.I know it.But I ask anyway.
“I’m making something… are you hungry?”I call out to Fox from the kitchen.
No response.
Of course.
“Great.At least I gave it a shot,” I mutter, sighing as I turn to start cooking.
I’ve always loved being in the kitchen.Growing up, I spent a lot of time helping my mom in the diner she owned.It’s one of the few things I’m really good at.
While I stir the pasta, my thoughts drift back to something Landon asked earlier.
Have you ever imagined Fox touching you?
I hadn’t.Not really.
At least… not before.
But now?
Now I can’t stop thinking about the way his arm wrapped around me that night.How solid and warm he felt.The rise and fall of his chest behind me.His breath on my neck.The way I didn’t want to move—even though Ishouldhave.
And what if he’d—
No.Stop.
Fox is straight.Homophobic.An absolute jerk.I haveno businessthinking about him like that.It’s reckless.Stupid.Dangerous.
Still, the thought lingers—flickering behind my eyes like a match I can’t snuff out.
Right on cue, Fox walks into the kitchen.He doesn’t say a word as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge.Just gives me a fleeting glance—bored, unreadable—and disappears back into the living room.
Like always.Like nothing.
By the time the pasta’s done, I plate it and sit down to eat, grateful for the distraction.But before I can take a single bite, Blaze and Carter stroll into the living room—Carter mid-rant about something, waving his arms behind Blaze like a drunk politician.
Blaze slaps Fox’s shoulder as he passes and then glances toward the kitchen.His eyes land on me, and he flashes a smile.
I immediately look down at my plate, suddenly self-conscious.
