All Chapters of Kiss Me In The Dark: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I stare blankly at the menu, my mind miles away, while Leanne sits across from me. We just wrapped up class and came to this café near campus—supposedly for drinks. But it’s been twenty minutes, and I still haven’t ordered a thing. My palms are sweating from how long I’ve been gripping the menu. “Are you okay?” Leanne asks, finally breaking the silence. Her voice is soft, but there’s a hint of concern in her tone. I drop the menu onto the table and sigh, looking up at her. She’s been watching me, probably wondering what’s going on. Outside of the literature club and the class we share, we don’t spend much time together. My life is mostly a blur of work, assignments, and avoiding my apartment these days. “I’m fine,” I say, though it’s obvious I’m not. Leanne raises a skeptical eyebrow. “You don’t look fine.” I open my mouth to respond but snap it shut, shaking my head instead. “Trust me, I’m fine,” I say again, though the words feel hollow. It’s been three weeks since Fox

I’ve never been to a soccer game before, but I expected it to feel like this—a rush of adrenaline from both the players and the fans. What I didn’t expect was to have no idea what’s going on. My eyes are fixed on Fox as he moves across the field, handling the ball like it’s second nature. He doesn’t know I’m here, and I want to keep it that way. “Remind me what we’re doing here again?” Nat asks, sounding unimpressed. “Support, I guess,” I shrug, turning to look at her. She’s sitting beside Landon, who’s wedged between us. I know he’s uncomfortable—I forced him to come, after all. “Clearly he doesn’t need our support,” Nat says, gesturing to the crowd around us. I glance back, taking in the screaming fans. Girls hold up cardboard signs with Blaze’s name scrawled across them in bold, glittering letters. “I love you, Blaze!” one of them yells, her voice piercing. Another shouts, “Get me pregnant, Fox!” I grimace, covering my ears. Landon bursts out laughing at my r

FOX’S POVHe doesn't answer right away, and I can feel the tension between us thickening, his body reacting even as his mind fights to catch up. He sighs, and his voice comes out quieter, tinged with frustration and pain. “Because you’ll act weird when morning comes. I’m tired of your games, Fox.” The hurt in his voice guts me, and I hate myself for being the reason it’s there. “I’m tired too, Cam,” I say gently, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. His eyes flutter shut, and I take the opportunity to kiss him again, this time closer to the corner of his mouth. My hand moves lower, brushing over the firm outline in his sweatpants. His breath catches, a quiet gasp escaping his lips. “Oh God,” he breathes, and the sound shoots straight through me. He’s big—maybe not as big as me, but big enough. I rub him slowly, and he squirms, biting his bottom lip as his eyes shut tightly. Slipping my hand inside his sweatpants, I’m surprised to find he isn’t wearing any underwear.

I sit quietly on the bleachers, watching Fox and his team practice. No one notices me sitting here alone, and I don’t make a sound. My eyes are drawn to Fox—the way he handles the ball with precision, the way he moves effortlessly across the field. He’s perfect. The truth is, I barely slept last night. I spent hours thinking about the man just across the hall from me. I wanted to leave my room, knock on his door, and crawl into his bed just to cuddle with him. But I stopped myself. I need time. Time to think about what I’m doing and whether I can trust him. Fox Wilder is straight. Straight as a pole. He’s not bi, not pan, just a full-blown heterosexual man. What if this is all temporary? What if he wakes up one day and decides I’m not enough? That he doesn’t want me? What if he goes back to Lexi or one of his other perfect blonde girls? The “what ifs” are endless, and they’re driving me insane. Fox left early this Saturday morning for practice, leaving me alone with my tho

“What the hell do you want, Lexi?” Fox asks, his tone sharp but calm. He doesn’t look rattled at all, unlike me. I feel like she can see straight through me, like she already knows something happened between Fox and me. The thought terrifies me. It’s not about me—I’m proud of who I am, even if I’m not fully out. If the world finds out I’m gay, so be it. But if they find out about Fox being involved with me? That would ruin him. Fox is the Chancellor’s son, uncomfortably popular, and a key player on the soccer team. If rumors spread—and they would—his father might disown him, or worse, kick him out of school. Med school, gone. His life, uprooted. I can’t let that happen to him. Lexi’s gaze flicks to me briefly before she tosses her handbag onto the couch. Not without giving me a glare sharp enough to cut glass, of course. Then she slowly turns her attention back to Fox, smirking as she crosses her arms. “Did I miss something, boys?” she asks, her tone sickly sweet. Fox groa