His voice is soft, almost a mumble.“I just… needed to get you out of my head.And drinking was the best way.”His words catch me off guard.Is this a confession?Maybe alcohol is Fox’s truth serum.I glance at him, and his eyes remain shut.“It fucking hurts.Having to think about you every damn time.”
“What do you mean by ‘getting me out of your head’?”I ask, sensing this might be the only time he’ll answer.
He sighs.“You know what I mean, Cam.It’s just… annoying that it has to be you.Right now, I just want to kiss you.”His gaze shifts to me, and I can feel his eyes on my face, heavy with something raw.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, voice laced with a frustration that sends a chill through me.He looks away, almost as if admitting it hurts him.
I bite my lip, focusing on the dark road ahead.Soon enough, I pull into the parking lot of our apartment building.Before I can open my door to help him, he’s already out, stumbling and nearly tripping over his own feet.
“Shit.”I hurry out to steady him, grabbing his arm and guiding him toward the elevator.He leans against me heavily as we ascend, the silence thick between us.
In our hallway, I fumble with the key to open our door, but the second we step inside, he’s far too close, eyes drifting to my lips like he’s contemplating something dangerous.I hold my breath, sandwiched between the door behind me and Fox.This is inappropriate and I hate that I like how close he is right now.
I slip past him and head straight to the kitchen, trying to create some space as I try to calm the fast pace of my heartbeat.
“Come on, Fox,” I grumble, frustration gnawing at me.How can he try to kiss me when he’s drunk?Just last night, he stole my first kiss and then acted like nothing happened.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, handing it to him.He uncaps it and takes a long swig, watching me with a small smirk.
“You’re really hot when you’re angry, you know,” he murmurs.
“You’re drunk, Fox.”
“Why are you angry?”he asks, that smirk still on his face.I take the bottle from his hand, capping it back.
“Let’s get you to bed,” I mutter, grabbing his arm and leading him down the hall.
“What are you gonna do to me there?”He leans in, his breath brushing against my neck, making goosebumps rise on my skin.
I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to steady myself.
“Horny, are we?”he whispers as we reach his room.
I stop, glaring at him.He’s smirking, clearly amused by my discomfort.
“Fox, you have to stop.”
“Stop what?I know I turn you on, Cam,” he says, his voice low, his movements deliberate as he cages me against his bedroom door.
“You’re more wasted than I thought,” I say, quickly unlocking his door and slipping into his room.
I haven’t been in here since that incident in the bathroom, and I’m surprised to find it neat.Fox follows me in, shutting the door behind him, his eyes darker than I remember.He reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, and I bite my lip, trying not to stare, but it’s impossible.He’s… perfect.My eyes can’t help but trace his hard stomach, the defined V-line that’s almost distracting.I’ve seen him naked before but for some reason, it feels like this is the first time.
Fox is beautiful.Every inch of his skin, a mesmerizing tapestry of lean muscle and effortless grace.His skin is smooth, his features somehow both soft and sharp—high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and those piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through me.There’s something magnetic about him, something that makes it hard to look away, even when I know I should.
Every detail about him is etched in my mind, like a memory I can’t let go of, even though I want to.And no matter how hard I try to ignore it, there’s a part of me that longs to be closer to him, to touch him, to feel his hands on my skin again.It’s infuriating, this pull toward someone so infuriatingly arrogant, so annoyingly confident.But it’s also undeniable.
Then he starts to unbuckle his belt.Oh, God.
“Like what you see?”he asks, biting his lip as he slips the belt from its loop.Is he seriously a horny drunk?
“Fox, stop.I need you to get to bed.Like, now.”
“Ugh, way to kill the mood,” he groans, feigning disappointment.
“Thank you,” I reply dryly, motioning to his bed.
He rolls his eyes and pulls down his zipper.I spin around immediately, feeling my face heat up.I can’t unsee his naked form from last time, and this is definitely making it worse.
