He’s tense at first.Frozen.Holding his breath like he’s afraid of what this means.
But his heart is racing.I can feel it.Ifeelhim.
“Relax, Cam,” I murmur against his lips.“I want you to kiss me back.”
And slowly… he does.
It’s hesitant at first.Careful.His lips move against mine like he’s figuring it out in real-time, trying to match my rhythm, trying to understand how this works—howwework.
But when he finally lets go and really kisses me, it’s soft.Deep.Vulnerable.
And it undoes something in me I didn’t know was even tied up.
He tastes like mint, and I want more.I deepen the kiss, slipping my hands under his hoodie to feel his skin—warm and smooth.I let my fingertips trace along his back, feeling the muscles beneath.
He lets out a quiet moan, inviting me to deepen the kiss, and I trail my fingers over his back, feeling each shiver that runs through him.I shift my lips to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses that has him whispering my name in a shaky breath.His hands tangle in my hair as I taste the warmth of his skin.I never thought I'd be here, kissing my roommate and enjoying it so much.The way he responds, the way he trembles, tells me I might be the first he's ever kissed, and the thought fills me with pride.
"Fox," he whispers, and I want to hear him say my name like that again.I press my lips to his one more time, hard enough that he moans against my mouth.
Fuck, why does this feel so good?
I want to trail my hands down his body, to feel every inch of his skin—and is it weird I wanna fuck him right now?
I hear a knock on the door, and reality crashes back in.
"Fox!"Leon's voice calls out, and I quickly pull back, stepping away from Cameron, who looks completely dazed.
"You in there?"Leon asks.
"Yeah," I say, doing my best to keep my voice steady.
"Come on, man.Time's up!"Cameron steps away from the door, looking flustered.
I take a deep breath and turn to him, my voice quiet and venomous."You can't say shit to anyone.This...never happened," I say, then slip out of the room, leaving him there alone.
15
First Kiss, First Heartbreak
“Youcan’tsayshitto anyone.This never happened.”His words cut deep, and I watch as he walks out of the room, leaving me stunned and alone.
Why did I let him kiss me?How could I be so weak, letting him break down every defense I’d built and then use me for his own twisted, impulsive need?And, of course, now he’s pretending it meant nothing.No surprise there—Fox Wilder can never admit to anything that might crack his perfect, straight-guy facade.But why did he do it?Why kiss me if he’s just going to act like it was a mistake?
I touch my lips, the sensation of his kiss still lingering, hot and electric.It was desperate, almost like he was searching for something.And I’d lost my first kiss to Fox Wilder—of all people, him.The guy who’s made my life a tangled mess.The guy who just shattered me with a few simple words.
“You can’t say shit to anyone.This never happened.”
Anger surges through me as I grab my glasses from his bed and shove them on, trying to block out the memory of his lips on mine.I walk out of his room and head downstairs, weaving through the crowd, trying to push him out of my mind.But there he is, near the living room, sitting down, with Lexi, who’s clinging to him like he’s the last guy on earth.His eyes meet mine, and for a split second, they’re conflicted—but I look away before he can see what’s in mine.
I find a spot beside Blaze, ignoring Fox’s stare.“Took you a while up there.What’s up?”Mike, one of the guys, asks, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.
“Nothing,” I mumble, forcing a casual smile.I glance over at Leon.“Mind if I get that drink now?”
“Thought you didn’t drink,” Cynthia says, surprised.
“I didn’t say that.I just wasn’t in the mood before.”I shrug, trying to play it cool.
Leon hands me a beer from the cooler, and I don’t miss the way Fox’s gaze follows my every move as I crack it open.
