Selfless: Book Two (bxb) ✔️

Chapter Eleven: Why Does This Feel Like Goodbye?

Cade Windsor

Carter waved his hand for me to hurry up, and I hated being rushed. I was still grappling with the realization that I kissed Ace right now, and I didn't know what the hell to do about it. I shoved my feet into my shoes and stopped short when I saw a scribbled note held by the damn elf on the shelf. There was no effort in the way he set up the elf, yet there was still an insane amount of effort there.

He brought the elf, and even though I knew he was dealing with the fallout of what happened last night, he still was my best friend, and he still set up that damned elf. I snatched the note and jogged toward Carter. We walked down the hall, and I read what he wrote.

"Don't go too far. I didn't. I'll be back soon. Behave, Cupid."

I was shocked at the choice of reindeer name he picked today. Cupid. No, I knew nothing was going to come out of this. I refused to let myself believe something would happen between us because of one...amazing kiss. He was drunk. I was there. After all the couple things we've had to do, it wasn't far-fetched to believe it was a moment of loneliness. I was there. Both of us were lonely, except I was completely in love with him, and this was going to make things even harder than they already were. 

Cameron opened his door, and Carter waved me inside. Did they talk before this? Whatever. Carter had come knocking on my door, and he wouldn't go until I opened the door. He didn't give me any information, and now I realize that it was because Cameron must have told Carter he wanted to speak to us.

Something I had been waiting for since he called me. 

I crawled onto Cameron's bed and lay my head on his pillow while he prepared coffee in one of those disgusting coffee makers hotels provided. I didn't trust them. I'd seen a video about how hotel staff often neglected cleaning them, and I would never trust them. I'd rather go to a coffee shop and order one for myself. They are predisposed to cleaning them, seeing as it was the only thing they made there. 

Ace popped into my mind, and I wasn't sure how he got there from disgusting coffee machines, but I turned my head and screamed into the pillow. I didn't suppose it was my intention to alert my brothers, but it seemed imminent anyway. 

"What...the fuck was that?" Carter asked as he sat beside me. "Because last I checked, you aren't a rooster making a wake-up call for everyone. Explain. Now."

I kicked my feet and quickly sat up, tossing the pillow onto the floor. "I hate men."

Cameron lifted his cup of coffee in agreement. "Same. But still explain."

I dropped my shoulders. "Ace and I decided to get drunk last night." I clasped my hands together and painfully twisted them to make sure I was still a human within existence. "We played a game of 'how much do you know about me,' and it turned into something...else."

Carter hopped in front of me like an excited rabbit. "No, don't fucking stop there, prude! Keep going!"

Cameron gravitated toward the bed and sat at the end. "Yeah, continue."

"I don't even know what else to say other than he, kind of, maybe...We kissed. I can't even remember who kissed who first. But he was drunk, and I have to give him a get-out-of-jail-free card because that was very much out of his usual realm of things."

"Why?" Carter asked. "I mean, so what? He was drunk. You don't know how he felt about that kiss. Was it only a kiss?"

"Well, uh..." I clenched my teeth. "Technically, yes."