“You’d better be,” Nat chimes in, her voice teasing but tired.“Did you know I was supposed to get laid tonight with this insanely hot girl?”
I laugh.“I’m sorry, Nat.Promise we’ll catch up tomorrow.”
“You’d better.”There’s a pause, and then, “Be careful, Cam.”
“I will.”I hang up, sliding my phone into my pocket.
“We should probably head home, right?”Blaze says, watching me with an understanding smile.
“Yeah,” I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness after the night we’ve had.
Blaze smiles, downing the last of his beer, and we make our way out of the club.
Blaze pulls up outside my apartment building, and I take a steadying breath.
“See you tomorrow,” he says, a small smile directed my way.
“Yeah.I had a great time,” I reply, smiling back.
“Me too.”His smile lingers for a second before I get out of the car.
I ride the elevator to my floor, my heart still racing from the night.As I walk down the hallway, I realize how late it’s gotten.When I unlock the door and step inside, the apartment feels unusually still, almost charged.I take a deep breath, trying to shake the adrenaline from my evening.
“Where are you coming from?”Fox’s voice startles me, cutting through the silence.
”What the fuck, Fox?”I whip around, spotting him in the kitchen, sitting there in sweatpants and a short-sleeved black t-shirt, watching me intently.
“You can’t just lurk around like that,” I mutter, trying to calm my racing heart.
“I asked you a question, Cam.Who dropped you off?”
I roll my eyes.“You’re not my boyfriend, Fox.”
He stands up at once, his gaze never leaving mine, and strides toward me.My heart speeds up again, this time for an entirely different reason.Why does he have this effect on me?Why does it have to be him?
Fox stops inches away, tall, confident, strong, and annoyingly beautiful.The soft kitchen light spills into the living room, casting shadows across his face, and I can’t help but notice every sharp, perfect angle.
“Who dropped you off, Cam?”he asks, his voice softer but no less intense.
“Why do you care?”I whisper back, meeting his gaze.He smirks, that familiar, infuriating smirk.
“Have you started fucking around?Going out and slipping back in close to midnight.”His words are mocking, but there’s something else there too, something almost vulnerable.Was he actually up all night waiting for me?That can’t be true, right?Fox is an asshole and he doesn’t even care about me.
“What is your problem?Why are you always such an asshole?”I snap, trying to shove down the confusing swirl of emotions.
“Maybe because—”
“Because you’re a cocky bastard.”I cut him off.
He doesn’t flinch, just watches me with that calm, unreadable expression.“Okay.And?”
“And a slut too,” I say, but my voice trembles just slightly.His smirk grows, and he steps even closer, his face now only inches from mine.The air between us thickens, charged with something neither of us can ignore.My gaze flickers to his lips, and I feel the pull, a magnetic tension I can’t resist.
“You know, you can just tell me to kiss you, right?”he whispers, his eyes dropping to my mouth, lingering.
His hand reaches out, gripping my shirt gently as he pulls me closer until our bodies are pressed together.“I want to kiss you, Cam,” he murmurs, his voice brushing against my lips.I feel my breath hitch, and my lips part instinctively, inviting him in.
Slowly, his fingers slide beneath my shirt, tracing a path across my skin, igniting sparks everywhere he touches.I shudder, barely holding in a gasp.He smirks at my reaction, his thumb grazing my chest over my heartbeat, and I feel an intense, electric warmth settling deep in my stomach.
