Semua Bab Kiss Me In The Dark: Bab 11 - Bab 20

I close the door behind me, the click echoing through the silence of the apartment. My shoulders ache from the weight of the day, my backpack digging into my spine like a reminder that everything right now feels heavy.The faint sound of video game gunfire and clicking controllers filters in from the living room. I pause in the hallway.No way.After seeing Fox at the café earlier, I figured he’d keep up his Houdini act for another few days. But sure enough, he’s sprawled across the couch like nothing happened, game controller in hand, a cigarette dangling from his lips.He glances up at me for a split second—expression unreadable—before returning to his game.Typical Fox.I sigh and force myself to say, “Hi.”He doesn’t answer. Not even a grunt. No surprise there.I retreat to my room, dump my bag on the floor, and take the fastest cold shower imaginable. I need to rinse off the day, clear my head, and reset before I deal with him. After changing into shorts and a loose T-shirt, I he

I doodle absentmindedly in my notebook, my earbuds blaring Miley Cyrus, hoping the music would drown out my thoughts. But no matter how loud it plays, I can't escape them. Lately, my mind’s been consumed by one irritating thing—Fox. Not in a healthy, “he’s just my annoying roommate” way, but in a twisted, confusing way that makes my skin crawl and my stomach knot at the same time.My mind keeps circling back to Fox. It's infuriating. I'm constantly thinking about him, and not in the ways I should be. The last time we "talked" — well, if you can call it that— was when I tried smoking for the first time and immediately regretted it. Fox had insulted me like usual, making a snide remark about me being a girl for coughing like an idiot. Since then, it's been more of the same: He barely acknowledges my existence, only grunting or tossing insults my way whenever something trivial annoys him.The worst part of it all? He’s still throwing out those casual insults. “Stupid,” “idiot,” “dumbass”

“So, you’re dating Landon now, huh?” Fox’s voice floats in from the kitchen like it’s just casual curiosity—but I know better. There’s a sharpness beneath it. Something biting, restrained. I freeze for a moment, completely taken aback by Fox’s question. I wasn’t expecting him to say anything, let alone something like that. Slowly, I turn to face him. He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, staring at me with those cold blue eyes, as if daring me to respond. “What?” I finally manage to say. “You heard me,” Fox says, his tone sharp. “Are you and Landon dating? I saw you two all over each other in the parking lot earlier.” What the hell? Why does he even care? I drop my bag on the couch and head to the kitchen. Surprisingly, Fox is sitting on a stool by the kitchen counter with a book in front of him—not a cigarette or phone in sight. He looks up at me with his usual dark, brooding stare. “Why do you care?” I ask, crossing my arms and leaning against the

I pace around my room, trying desperately to scrub the image out of my mind. Fox, naked and wet—his physique defined and powerful. I’ve never seen anyone naked before, especially not someone like Fox. The second he walked out of his room and caught me there, I bolted. I couldn’t handle staying another second without wanting to kiss him myself. Now I’m stuck here, feeling anxious, and a little… something I don’t want to admit.How am I supposed to look Fox in the eye after this? That image of his skin, slick with water, is seared into my mind. It’s ridiculous; now I feel like a complete creep. A pervert. I head to the shower, hoping that somehow scrubbing myself clean will help. But even under the hot water, I’m back to thinking about earlier. Fox’s smirk, the way he leaned in close like he might actually kiss me… and that groan of his, deep and—ugh, this is so messed up.“Fuck,” I groan under my breath. Why am I thinking about him? Him kissing me. Him touching me. Him groaning and moa

“What can I get you today, please?” I ask, keeping my tone as neutral as possible.“Brooke, I didn’t know you were this shy,” he says, emphasizing my last name like he’s mocking me.I stare at him, trying to keep my voice even. “I’m just here to take your order, Fox.”“Why don’t you surprise me?” He leans forward, his smirk widening, clearly enjoying every second of my discomfort.“Surprise you?” I repeat, deadpan.“Yeah, Cam. You’ve known me for what—two months now? Should be enough time to know what I’d like.”“Alright. Do take your seat and I’ll be back with your order,” I say flatly, glaring at him.Fox chuckles, the sound deep and arrogantly sexy as he turns on his heel and walks back toward his booth.With a forced smile, I pick up Fox’s order when it’s ready and head back to the booth. “Here you go,” I say, setting the plate in front of him.He picks up a fry, his eyes meeting mine with that same mocking look. “Thanks, Brooke. I knew you’d get it just right.”Gritting my teeth,