His lips continue their slow exploration, kissing and biting gently, leaving a trail of heat across my damp skin.
“Fox,” I whisper—but it comes out more like a plea than a protest.
His hands glide over me, one brushing my hip, the other moving to my stomach.When he wraps his hand around me, I gasp—knees nearly buckling.
“Shit,” I breathe, gripping the wall for support as his touch sends jolts of pleasure through my core.His lips brush my ear, voice low and broken.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.“I’m sorry for everything—for letting her hurt you, for making you feel like we have to hide.None of that matters, Cam.What matters is you.”
I can barely process his words over the rush building inside me.His hand strokes me with a slow, intentional rhythm.His mouth stays on my skin, planting kisses and murmuring apologies that both ache and heal at once.
“I love you so much,” he whispers again, his voice cracking.“Nothing else matters.Not Lexi.Not anyone.Just you.”
“Fox,” I moan, his words tangled with his touch, everything spiraling together as heat coils tight in my stomach.His hand works me faster now, his other hand tweaking my nipple just enough to draw a sharp gasp from my lips.
“That’s it,” he murmurs.“Let go for me, baby.”
I cry out his name as I come, my body shuddering against his.He holds me steady, his arms strong around me as my legs nearly give out.My breathing is ragged, heart pounding, but he’s there—lips brushing my temple, grounding me through the high.
When I turn to face him, he slides his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.His soaked hair drips water onto his jaw, down his chest.He looks at me like I’m everything—like I’m his whole damn world.
“I love you,” I whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, my thumb grazing his bottom lip.
Fox smiles, then leans in to kiss me.It’s slow, reverent, full of everything he doesn’t say out loud.His hands grip my waist as I deepen the kiss, pressing my body against his.I feel him—hard, aching—and I want to give him what he just gave me.
Without breaking the kiss, I drop to my knees, my hands gliding down his chest, over his abs, until I wrap them around him.Fox groans, his hand threading into my wet hair as I take him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Cam,” he gasps, the other hand bracing against the wall.“You’re amazing.”
I work him slowly, savoring every reaction—the way he curses, the way he moans, the way he falls apart under my touch.And when he gently pulls me back up to my feet, I already know what he wants.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispers, voice thick with need.
I nod, breathless, and turn to face the wall.He takes a moment, preparing us both, his fingers careful, his kisses softer now—trailing over my shoulder as he eases into me.
The stretch is familiar, but intense.I bite my lip, hands flat against the tile, the heat rising all over again.
“You okay?”he asks, voice trembling with concern.
“Yes,” I breathe.“Don’t stop.”
He begins to move, slow and deep, every thrust sending sparks through me.His hands hold my hips like they’re made for him.His mouth doesn’t stop—whispering, kissing, promising.
“I love you,” he murmurs over and over, like a vow.Like he’s anchoring me to the truth we’re both terrified to admit out loud.
“I love you too,” I gasp, sinking into the rhythm of us, into the feeling of being wanted, being known, being his.
And in that moment, nothing else matters.
Not Lexi.Not school.Not the world outside.
Just us.
“God, that snotty little bitch,” Blaze says over the phone, his voice dripping with disdain.
Fox scoffs in agreement.
We’re lying in his bed, tangled up together.My head rests against his chest, one arm draped over his stomach.Our legs are intertwined, and I listen as he talks to Blaze.They’ve been on the phone for over twenty minutes, discussing Lexi and her threats.It’s comforting, hearing Blaze’s indignant voice backing us up, but the weight of what Lexi could do still lingers.
