“A date.”A what?!He’s been out late with Blaze, and now he’s going on dates with strangers?Why is he messing with my head?
“A date?”
“Yeah, Elias is taking me out on a date.”Silence stretches between us as we just stare at each other.
Cameron rolls his eyes and tries to push past me, but I block him, pressing him back against the wall.
“You’re not going with him,” I say firmly.
“And who are you to tell me what to do?”
“I’m not telling you what to do.I’m telling you I don’t want you going out with him.”
“Why?”
“No damn reason.You’re not leaving with him.”
He laughs, his hazel eyes challenging me through his glasses as we stand inches apart.
“Get off me, Fox.I can go out with whomever I want.”
“You mean like sneaking out with Blaze?”I say, my tone sharper than I intend.
He glares at me, his expression hard.For a second, I almost expect him to punch me.
“Just leave me alone, Fox.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
He looks up at me, his voice quiet but steady.“Am I some kind of experiment to you?A project for your confused sexuality?”
“You didn’t actually think you were a project, did you?”I ask, even as my pulse races.
“Then what the hell is this, Fox?”he snaps.“You kiss me and then act like a coward about it.You avoid me, get possessive, try to control who I see—and you never bother to explain why you keep kissing me.What’s your problem?”
I stand there, lost for words, just taking him in—his golden hair, his bright eyes, the defiant set of his jaw.The way he looks so pure and innocent.And, without even thinking, I lean in, drawn to his lips like a magnet, needing to taste him again.
But Cameron, seeing me coming, tilts his head at the last second, and I end up kissing his cheek instead.I smirk against his skin, biting my bottom lip.
“Was that payback?”I whisper in his ear, noticing the slight shudder that runs through him.
“Why are you doing this?”he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.“Why did you kiss me?”
I pull back to look into his eyes.“Why do you always kiss me back—even though you know I’m an asshole?”
There’s a long, tense silence as he holds my gaze, and then finally, he speaks, his voice soft but steady.
“Maybe because I have feelings for you.”
27
Unspoken Desires
“MaybebecauseIhavefeelings for you.”
The second the words slip out, I want to snatch them back.I can’t believe I just admitted to Fox Wilder that I have feelings for him—this egotistical jerk.I’m sure I’ve only fed his already massive ego.
I slap a hand over my mouth, glaring at him.He looks surprised, but not entirely.He probably already knew.Somehow, I’ve always felt like he knew, even though I never had the courage to tell him.
