“Fuck!”I hear Fox yell, his frustration boiling over.I should probably stay in my room, and give him space.I don’t think I’m ready to face him right now, anyway.
I hear footsteps in the hallway, then the sound of his door opening and slamming shut.A few moments later, it opens again, and I hear him storming down the hall.The front door opens and slams shut behind him.He’s probably headed to his frat house to blow off steam.
After pulling on a pair of black pants, I head to the living room.Fox’s laptop is still on the coffee table, open.Out of habit, I glance at the screen, surprised to see an unfinished assignment staring back at me.My eyes widen as I read the document.
He’s… a med student?That’s honestly shocking.Fox Wilder, the bad boy with a reputation for partying, is studying medicine?Somehow, he’s balancing a heavy course load with soccer, maintaining good enough grades to stay on track.There’s so much about him I don’t know.
I close his laptop and set it back on the table, picking up the ashtray and heading to the kitchen to throw out his cigarette butts.Opening the fridge to make something, I decide instead to order a pizza and grab the remote to watch some TV while I wait.
Even after everything, I find myself feeling something strange—pity, maybe, or curiosity—for this complex, unpredictable roommate of mine.But whatever it is, I know it’s not going away anytime soon.Fox is a puzzle, each piece more confusing than the last, and no matter how many times I tell myself I’m done trying to figure him out, I keep coming back.
Part of me wants to keep my distance, to save myself from the frustration and the rollercoaster of emotions he brings.But another part—a bigger part—wants to break through his defenses, to understand him.Maybe even to help him, if he’d ever let me.
I don’t know what this feeling is, and I’m not sure I want to.All I know is that Fox Wilder is the last person I thought would get under my skin, and yet here I am, thinking about him even when I try not to.
I say goodbye to Leanne as we go our separate ways.It’s just past 9 p.m., and we’re both getting back from the literature club.I’ve missed a few meetings lately because of work, so I made sure to show up tonight.Leanne, of course, asked about Fox and me, but I told her there’s nothing interesting happening between us.
Since Fox stormed out of the apartment after his argument with his dad, I haven’t seen him.I figured he’d be back by now—or maybe he’s still at his frat house.I slide my key into the lock, turning it quietly, just in case he’s home and asleep.
As I step inside, I slip off my shoes and make my way to the living room.The lights are off, but the glow from the hallway and kitchen casts a soft light across the space, just enough to see.That’s when I notice someone sprawled out on the couch, arms draped over the armrests.I hear a low, quiet grunt, and then the figure throws their head back, eyes closed.
It’s Fox.
"Fuck, just like that."He groans.Wait, he just groaned?It takes me two seconds to realize something sexual is going on.
A girl is kneeling between Fox's open legs, her head bobbing up and down against his crotch.One of his hands grips the girl's hair, and he thrusts into her mouth from beneath.
He slowly peels his eyes open and they lock on mine.Lidded, dark, and God, is he beautiful?
I want to look away; I try but can't.Not with Fox peering into my eyes and fiercely thrusting into the girl's lips.She gags, and Fox groans, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth.
"Fuck."He moans.
A mix of confusion and heat floods through me as I stand frozen, watching Fox’s gaze linger on me.His half-lidded eyes are locked on mine, and there’s something intense—magnetic—that I can’t look away from.My pulse quickens, every nerve in my body hyper-aware, but not because of the girl kneeling between his legs.It’s him.The way he’s watching me.The way he’s groaning, the sound deep, raw, and animalistic.
I shouldn’t feel like this.I shouldn’t even be here, caught in this charged, strange moment.But here I am, heart pounding, unable to move or even tear my gaze away from him.
The girl doesn't notice me.I watch, heart pounding as she takes him out of her mouth and begins to work him with her hand.I watch, even in the dark, as her hand slides down the length of his shaft.Fox threads his fingers into her hair, pushing her head down to put him in her mouth again.
And she obeys like a good girl, head bobbing up and down as she makes a raw sound from the back of her throat.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Fox grunts, his hips working in fast movements, thrusting into her mouth from beneath.Then there comes the loud groans, his eyes squeezed shut and I think he’s about to climax.
Suddenly, I’m snapped out of my trance, heart pounding as I bolt out the way I came.Right out the door.
I practically stumble as I make my way down the hall, my heart hammering in my chest.The cool air outside hits me like a slap, but it does nothing to steady the whirlwind in my head.
What the hell was that?
It wasn’t just the shock of walking in on him.It was something else entirely—the way he looked at me, that intense, heated gaze.The way it felt like I was the only one in that room, like the whole moment was just between us.
I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath, my pulse still racing.This is bad.Really bad.
24
Lost In The Moment
“Soletmegetthis straight—you freaked out because you walked in on your roommate getting…pleasure from a woman?”Landon says, propping his feet on his desk with a smirk, a bowl of soup in his hand.
