Unsurprisingly, the answer isnot very long.
“He’s a huge fan,” I say, stepping closer to Vox’s table. “He was hoping he could grab a picture and an autograph, and then we’ll let you get back to your night.”
Vox turns to Liam, who’s about to shit himself, and gives Li a wide, toothy grin after looking him up and down.
“Sure, man. Get in here,” he says, maneuvering around the table of people who continue to mingle and pay us no attention while Vox does his thing.
Vox wraps his arm around Liam’s waist, and I suck on my teeth to keep from saying something I’ll regret later. Liam tries to drape his arm across the snowboarder’s shoulders, but Voxtakes his hand and moves it down to his waist, mirroring his hold on Li.
The fuck?
Vox leans in to tell Liam something, but Liam turns his head at the last minute, and Vox’s mouth lands on his.
Liam freezes, and Vox starts laughing. I watch as he pulls back enough to look at Liam and say something I can’t hear. To my absolute horror, Liam shrugs and nods his head, and Vox leans in and kisses him again.
Likekisses him-kisses him. Not just a quick peck. The snowboarder’s tongue is in Liam’s mouth, and his hand is on the side of Li’s face. Liam is digging his fingers into the guy’s waist, and I can’t tell whether he’s trying to push Vox away or bring him closer.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Time speeds up or stands still, or I black out orsomething,because the next thing I know, I’m standing outside in the snow, with my hands on my knees, trying to pull air into my lungs. My chest is tight, and my ears are ringing.
That fucker justkissedLiam…and Liamkissed him back!
With no warning, Liam’s first kiss with a guy was with a hot-as-fuck, famous snowboarder. Not only was that kiss supposed to be mine, but if I ever get my chance, how in the actual hell am I supposed to compete withthatasshole?
Chapter 16
Liam
The first time Vox kisses me, it’s a total accident. He brushes it off, laughing. But before the picture is taken, he leans back in, telling me he’s trying to make someone at the next table jealous, and he wants to know if he can kiss me again.
I shrug and nod because what better way to prove to Damon that I don’t care if he’s gay than by kissing a dude myself? Plus, Vox is objectively hot.
It feels kind of weird to admit, but he’s also a good kisser, and I really hope D is getting this picture.
But when Vox and I break apart, Damon is nowhere to be found.
Vox signs one of the napkins with the Meltdown logo on it, we clasp hands, and I go in search of Damon.
I check the bar, the tables, the men’s room, even the patio out back, but he’s nowhere to be found.
Except when I walk back inside, I instantly spot him at the bar with a glass of amber liquid in front of him.
Sliding onto the empty barstool next to him, I can’t read his mood, but I’m afraid we’re back to sulking.
“Where’d you go?” I ask, keeping my tone neutral.
“Just needed a second of fresh air,” he says, swirling his drink around his glass.
Not knowing what to say next, I decide to just go with what’s on my mind. It’s about damn time one of us did.
“Look, that kiss was an accident, and then he told me he was trying to make someone jealous and asked if he could do it again. I thought?—”
Damon’s eyes flash to mine.
“Why’d he think it would make me jealous?” he snaps, interrupting me.
I feel my forehead crease in confusion. “He didn’t. He was trying to make someone at the other table jealous. But wait…wereyou jealous?”
