The bitterness in my voice is unmistakable.
He raises an eyebrow.“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were jealous.”
“Jealous?”I laugh, the sound a little too sharp.“Of you or Landon?”
“I don’t know… Are you?”
I don’t answer that.Instead, I pivot.“When did you and Blaze become friends?”
He narrows his eyes.“Are you drunk?”
I shrug.“I don’t drink.”
He chuckles softly.“Please.You always have a beer or a cigarette in your hand.”
“Not at my own parties,” I say.“I don’t trust most of the people here enough for that.”
He nods slowly, like he wasn’t expecting that answer.
“How can you be a soccer player and party like that?”he asks, genuinely curious.
I give him a crooked smile.“I don’t drink as much as you think.”
“Whatever.”He glances at the clock.“How much time is left?I need to leave.”
“What?”I smirk.“Am I making you nervous?”
His face flushes, and he looks away.Bingo.
“You’re such an asshole,” he mutters.
“Yeah?”I move toward him slowly, watching his breath hitch.He shifts backward instinctively—but there’s nowhere for him to go.
“What do you evenwantfrom me?”he says, his voice tight.“You’ve treated me like crap since the day we met.”
He looks up at me, and I stop—close enough to feel the warmth of his body.Close enough to kiss him.
His lip trembles slightly, and for once, it’s not because he’s afraid.It’s because he’sfeeling something—and I know, without a doubt, that it mirrors what I’m feeling too.
I step in until there’s no space left between us.His breath mingles with mine.I can see every detail of his face.Every freckle, every flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
“I want to kiss you, Cam,” I say, voice barely a whisper.
His lips part.“Fox, don’t…”
But he doesn’t move away.
Hewon’tmove away.
I know he wants this.Wantsme.I see it in the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention.The way his eyes linger too long.The way his breath catches when we’re too close.
I lift my hand slowly, brushing my knuckles across his cheek.He closes his eyes, breathing unsteadily.
Gently, I remove his glasses and place them gently on my bed.I want to see him—reallysee him—without the barrier.He’s even more beautiful without them.So open.So real.
I cup his face, thumb brushing against the heat of his skin, and lean in.
My lips press against his.
