Semua Bab Kiss Me In The Dark: Bab 21 - Bab 30

I sit on Landon’s bed with a book open on my lap, pretending to read while he chats on the phone with his new boyfriend. They’ve been talking for at least thirty minutes, and I’ve barely read a single sentence. I just can’t focus. Yesterday after work, I went home, showered, grabbed my essentials, and called Landon to see if I could crash at his place. He was thrilled, and last night we stayed up talking about random things until past midnight.His roommate, though, was a complete jerk—possibly worse than my own. When he found out I was staying over and sharing Landon’s bed (since there are only two beds in the dorm), he freaked out, called us names, and stormed out. That was… unexpected.Now it’s Friday. Landon and I attended our morning classes, and we’re back with the whole afternoon ahead of us. But as he lounges at his desk, chatting and giggling with his boyfriend, I’m left here trying to tune out their conversation.“Yeah, I’ll think about it,” Landon says, propping his feet up

I try to focus on the Netflix series playing on my laptop, but my mind keeps drifting. I just got off the phone with my parents, who had the usual round of questions about Fox. They asked if he was still causing trouble or throwing parties. I told them, mostly truthfully, that he wasn’t all that bad anymore. After that last party when I’d walked in on strangers using my bed as their personal hookup spot, Fox hasn’t thrown another party at the apartment. Since that weird near-kiss and his blowup with Lexi, I haven’t heard a single “nighttime activity” coming from his room. Honestly, I’ve never been so grateful for peace and quiet.I glance at the time on my laptop. Nearly 9 p.m. It’s Saturday, and I’m back at the apartment. Fox wasn’t home when I got here, but I heard him on the phone, followed by the front door opening and closing. Not too long after, I heard his room door shut, then the front door again. He’s probably at his frat house, getting ready for tonight’s party. I still can’

FOX’S POVI watch as Bernard offers Cameron a beer, which he politely declines, looking as tense as ever. The guys are talking about random stuff, but I’m not paying attention. My focus keeps slipping back to Cameron, his posture a little stiff, and his eyes darting around uncomfortably. Lexi shifts on my lap, leaning in to kiss me, but I’m only half-focused. She bites my bottom lip when I don’t kiss her back, bringing me back to the moment. “You okay?” she whispers. I don’t have time to answer before Leon asks Blaze a question. “Blaze, how do you know Cameron?” I shift my gaze back to Cameron, catching him nibbling his bottom lip as he listens, a faint smile playing on his face. “Oh, Cam’s Fox’s roommate,” Blaze answers, oblivious or just unconcerned with the glare I throw his way. “Roommate?” Cynthia, Mike’s girlfriend, chimes in, and I barely hold back a groan. “How come your roommate’s such a dork?” Lexi asks loudly. Joan snorts, and a few of the guys chuckle. “Got a g

“You can’t say shit to anyone. This never happened.” His words cut deep, and I watch as he walks out of the room, leaving me stunned and alone. Why did I let him kiss me? How could I be so weak, letting him break down every defense I’d built and then use me for his own twisted, impulsive need? And, of course, now he’s pretending it meant nothing. No surprise there—Fox Wilder can never admit to anything that might crack his perfect, straight-guy facade. But why did he do it? Why kiss me if he’s just going to act like it was a mistake? I touch my lips, the sensation of his kiss still lingering, hot and electric. It was desperate, almost like he was searching for something. And I’d lost my first kiss to Fox Wilder—of all people, him. The guy who’s made my life a tangled mess. The guy who just shattered me with a few simple words. “You can’t say shit to anyone. This never happened.” Anger surges through me as I grab my glasses from his bed and shove them on, trying to block out th

I slowly open my eyes, wincing as a pounding headache greets me. I look around me, sighing in contentment at the familiarity. I sit up, pressing my palms to my temples. Why does my head feel like this? Flashes of last night come back—Fox and I being dared to spend seven minutes in heaven, the kiss, and his cold dismissal right after. And then… more drinks. And then I met someone. Daniel? Ryan? Eli—Elias? Yes, Elias. I remember almost kissing him before Fox interrupted us. And later, the second kiss with Fox, right before I threw up. My face heats up as I remember the way his lips felt on mine, the intensity, and then… the humiliation. Grabbing my phone, I gape at the screen: 30 missed calls from my parents, Nat, Landon, and Leanne. It’s already past 1 p.m., and I have a shift at the diner in less than an hour. But I don’t feel ready for anything except lying back down. I’m angry at myself for letting Fox have my first kiss, after all the resolve I’d built up not to let him in. A