ログインFOX’S POV As I sit across from Blaze in the café near campus, I can’t shake Cameron’s words from my head. This is exactly why you’re alone—because you’re selfish and a complete narcissist. You’re so full of yourself. The worst part is that he’s right, and it stings. But then there’s this other part of me that just wants him—badly. And that hurts even more. I groan into my coffee and sigh. I’ve been drinking way too much of this stuff lately. I don’t even like coffee, but I need the caffeine just to keep going. Blaze is scrolling on his phone, barely noticing as I stew in my thoughts. Carter’s not here; he’s in class. “You okay?” Blaze asks. Fuck, no. Not even close. How am I supposed to explain to my best friend—who’s as straight as they come, and just as much of a homophobe as I am—that I’m practically obsessed with my roommate? Not just want him, but I want to have him. To claim him. To kiss him. And the kicker? My roommate is a guy. How did my life get this com
FOX’S POV “Fox Wilder, what the fuck, man?” Ethan’s angry voice cut through the field, jarring me from my thoughts. I glare up at him from where I’m sitting, my head throbbing under the midday sun. God, I can’t stand this guy, let alone the fact that he’s now my team captain. Ever since he became team captain, this son of a bitch always gets under my skin. Every fucking time. I am hungover, exhausted, and, most of all, pissed off. And the worst part? Most of my frustration is with myself—not my infuriatingly good-looking roommate. Part of me wants to blame Cameron for making me feel this way about him, but I know better. This morning, I woke up in my boxers, an ibuprofen, and a glass of water placed neatly on my nightstand. Trust me, I know Cameron is a saint—too damn good for his own skin, for this world, and definitely for me. He’s pure and innocent in a way that makes me feel like I’m walking around with dirt on my hands. And somehow, I hate that about him. I considered
Damn.I never thought I’d be back here after yesterday. I take a deep breath, standing at the entrance of the frat house, the place that keeps pulling me into Fox’s orbit. Being here reminds me of our kiss, a memory I’m trying to shake off. But I couldn’t stay home knowing Fox was in here, wasted, without his friends around. He called me for help, and for some reason, I couldn’t just ignore it. Maybe it’s not logical, but I couldn’t sit back and leave him stranded here alone.That wouldn’t be right… would it?Taking another deep breath, I step inside, pushing through the crowd and the thumping music. I cover my ears momentarily, glancing around the room, but there’s no sign of Fox. I weave through groups of people until I reach the couch we sat on last night, only to find a random couple making out there. With a sigh, I head for the kitchen, but he’s not there either.I pull out my phone to call him, but he doesn’t pick up. Figures.“Always an asshole,” I mumble, shoving my phone back
“Wait, you mean Fox actually fucking kissed you, then told you to act like nothing happened and not tell anyone?” Landon gasps, his eyes wide. We’re in the kitchen, me cooking spaghetti while he watches—naturally, without offering to help. “That’s brutal, man.” “I think he just panicked, since he’s, you know, straight.” I don’t even know why I’m defending him. That was a total jerk move. “And he even cock-blocked you? Elias is seriously hot, you know.” Landon raises his eyebrows, making me chuckle. “I still don’t get why Fox would get all possessive because you were about to kiss someone else—a total stranger, which by the way, was risky, my friend. Then he says something harsh, drags you home and kisses you again. That’s messed up. It’s like he doesn’t want you to be with anyone else, but he doesn’t want to be with you either. Major douche move,” Landon sighs, munching on a bag of Fox’s chips. “Speaking of, you’re eating his chips,” I point out. Landon freezes mid-bite befor
“Cameron?” Elias’s voice catches me off guard as he smiles in my direction. “Uh…hey, Elias. Wh-What are you doing here?” I stammer, my gaze shifting between Elias and the guy across from him. The resemblance is striking. This guy looks like an older version of Elias, maybe by a year or two. “We came to grab a snack,” Elias says casually. “This is my brother, Keith.” He gestures to the guy sitting opposite him. “He’s the one I mentioned last night. Keith, this is Cameron—we met at the party.” I wave awkwardly at Keith, noticing he looks like a more refined, slightly older version of Elias. “Hi,” I mumble. “Nice to meet you,” Keith replies with a polite nod. “Glad you made it home in one piece. Did you end up fighting with your roommate?” Elias teases with a grin. “Nah, just a little talk,” I chuckle, trying to play it cool. “Good to hear.” Elias leans forward. “So, you work here?” “Yeah, I do.” I shift on my feet, suddenly self-conscious. “What can I get for you?” “
Blaze and Leon are still talking in their booth, phones in hand, with two untouched sodas on the table. The door chime rings, signaling a new customer, and I look up from the counter, surprised to see Landon walking in with a guy. Not just any guy—he’s tall, good-looking, and clearly a bit older. Landon throws me a proud smile as he heads over, while the guy takes a seat in an empty booth. Landon leans against the counter, giving me a pointed look. “I know, I know. I’m the worst friend ever for not picking up your calls,” I say before he can start. “At least you’re aware,” he replies, trying to hide a smirk. “Am I forgiven now?” I ask, pouting dramatically. “Not until I get all the details,” he says, and I groan. I’ve been reliving last night enough as it is. “I’ll try to remember,” I mutter, glancing over his shoulder at the guy he came in with, who’s now scrolling through his phone. “Who’s that?” Landon blushes slightly. “That, my friend, is Andrew. The guy I told you







