“Oh my fucking God,” he gasps.His body tenses, his hips bucking slightly as he finds his release.His grip on my hair tightens, but I don’t mind—I’m too focused on the way he’s coming undone.
When it’s over, I pull back, wiping my mouth as I look up at him.He’s breathing hard, his head resting against the couch, a lazy smile spreading across his face.
“How the fuck did you do that?”he asks, his voice full of awe.“Where did you learn that?”
“Was it good?”I ask, standing to kiss him.
“The best,” he replies, pulling me into a deep, grateful kiss.
“Fox?”
The sound of a voice startles us both.The front door creaks open, and I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Oh shit,” Fox mutters, scrambling to tuck himself back into his briefs.I quickly sit on the opposite end of the couch, wiping my mouth again as I try to compose myself.
We both look toward the doorway like deer caught in headlights.
Lexi.
She stops in her tracks, her eyes narrowing as she looks between us.There’s something calculating in her expression, like she knows she’s interrupted something, but she hasn’t quite pieced it together.
“Did I miss something?”she asks, her voice sharp and laced with suspicion.
Fox stiffens beside me, his jaw tightening.My stomach churns as I wonder if she saw anything—or worse if she plans to say something.If she tells anyone… Fox is screwed.
Her eyes shift back to me, and she snarls like she’s already decided I’m the problem.
“What are you doing here?”Fox snaps, his voice harsher than usual.
I don’t move, my pulse racing as I try to prepare for whatever’s about to happen next.
34
Where We Belong
“Whatthehelldoyou 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 groans, rubbing a hand over his face.“How the fuck did you get in?The door was locked.”
“I’ve got a spare key to your apartment,” she says smugly, the triumph in her voice like nails on a chalkboard.
Fox’s glare hardens.“Give it back.”
“Why should I do that?”Lexi snaps, tilting her chin up.
“Because we’re done, Lexi.Have been for a while.Aren’t you fucking Carter now?”
“Carter isn’t you, Fox.He’s never been you.”
