All Chapters of Kiss Me In The Dark: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

“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

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

I flip through the pages of my book absentmindedly, earphones in, waiting for Professor Wellington to show up. I’m exhausted, irritated, and, most of all, pissed off—all thanks to my jackass roommate. Is it really too much to ask for a normal, considerate roommate? Apparently, it is. I still can’t believe I actually left my room last night, gave up my beautiful sleep, and went out to drive his drunk ass home. And then, after all that, he acted like a complete jerk this morning and even kicked my friend out. By the end of this semester, I think it’s time to move out—anything to keep my sanity intact. My phone vibrates, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance at the screen: it’s a text from Elias. ELIAS: GOOD MORNING, HANDSOME. ARE YOU IN CLASS? I can’t help but smile as I type a reply. From our few conversations, Elias is sweet, and I’m about 86% sure he’s gay. And if he’s not, he’s definitely bi. ME: YEAH, IN CLASS. BORED OUT OF MY MIND. “Look who’s in love,” a voice teases be

“Thank you for stopping by Gio’s Burger.” I flash a polite smile as I hand the customer his order. With my elbows propped on the counter, I run my hands through my hair, realizing I probably need a haircut. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I groan, not even bothering to check it. I already know who it is—it’s my annoying roommate, Fox. Ever since his last message—We need to talk—I’ve been ignoring him. He can’t just summon me whenever he wants, expecting me to fall in line. His texts only got more demanding after I got to work, his latest one filled with question marks. FROM FOX: WHY ARE YOU NOT RESPONDING??? The double question marks make my irritation flare up again, and I almost consider turning my phone off. “You okay?” Nat asks, looking at me curiously from the other side of the counter. I lower my hands and turn to her, shaking off my irritation. Since I got here, Nat hasn’t stopped pestering me about Saturday night. I’ve kept my answers vague, not in the mood to re