Page 57 of Kiss Me in the Dark
“Seriously, Leon?What the fuck?”Cynthia’s boyfriend, Mike, snaps, glaring at him.
“Just say you want to see my tits, perv,” Cynthia glares at Leon as she takes off her top.Leon grins at Cynthia’s cleavage peeking out of her bra as Cynthia angrily tosses her top at him.
Mike quickly takes off his shirt and covers his girlfriend with it.Cameron looks uncomfortable and I don’t blame him.This isn’t exactly his scene and that’s why I wanted him to leave in the first place.
“Alright, next dare,” someone mutters, trying to break the tension.But Mike isn’t done.
“Fox,” he says, grinning wickedly, “seven minutes in heaven with blondie over there.”
My heart skips.Did he just dare me to go into a room with Cameron?Cameron looks just as caught off guard, glancing between me and Mike, his cheeks flushed.
“What’s wrong, Fox?”Mike smirks.“It’s just your roommate.”
This feels like a setup, but I can’t back down now.With a sigh, I push Lexi off my lap, stand, and motion for Cameron to follow.
“Get up,” I mutter, not meeting his gaze as I head toward the stairs.I hear him scrambling to keep up.
Pushing past a few drunk partiers, we reach the hallway.This is a terrible idea.My heart’s pounding for reasons I don’t want to analyze.
I unlock my bedroom door, leaving it open for him.After a pause, Cameron steps inside, glancing around like he’s trying to find an escape route.I’m not the most hardworking person, but I always keep my room clean and tidy.
“Close the door, will you?”I mutter.He’s still lingering by the entrance, his arms crossed, clearly uncomfortable.
“Trust me, I don’t want to be in here with you either,” I add, trying to break the tension.
He rolls his eyes, finally shutting the door.Leaning against it, he crosses his arms, looking both irritated and nervous.The silence is heavy, like there’s something unspoken lingering between us, but I don’t know how to fill it.
I sit down on my bed, and silence settles between us like a heavy fog.God, this is weird.Being alone with my roommate, who—for reasons I can’t explain—I find insanely attractive.
“Enjoying the party?”I ask, pulling out my phone to check the time, more for something to do than anything.
Cameron scoffs.“I knew coming here was a bad idea the minute I agreed.”
“Then why’d you come?Missed me so much you just had to see me?”I say, shooting him a look from under my lashes.
He scoffs, louder this time.“Please.Keep flattering yourself.”
I smirk, and it feels… different.
There’s a shift in the air.Something subtle but undeniable.He won’t meet my eyes, choosing instead to study my room like it’s suddenly the most interesting place on earth.I take a moment to really look at him.
Black jeans.A fitted T-shirt.That hoodie he’s been fidgeting with for the past hour like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.His blonde hair is longer now, pulled into a messy bun, with a few strands slipping loose and falling into his face.He keeps tucking them behind his ears, nervous and restless.
The glasses are new.They make him look younger.Softer.Almost innocent.
And then there’s the way he bites his bottom lip when he’s thinking—he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
I’m staring.
God, why is he so…good-looking?It’s annoying.Unfair, even.And I hate myself for noticing.For thinking about him like this at all.
But why do I want to kiss him so badly?
“So,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, “why were you avoiding the apartment?”
He shifts slightly.“I wasn’t.”
“You were practically living at Landon’s,” I shoot back, and then—before I can stop myself—“Your boyfriend.”
