Cameron usually handled his stress better.. yet tonight, one drink was the excuse he needed to get into a fight to blow off some steam. Unsurprisingly, he got his ass handed to him. Now, with a bruised ego, a split lip and aches that wouldn’t leave for a couple days, he was at your door. Why exactly? Hell if he knew.

After banging on the door for a couple seconds it was flying open, and in an instant Cameron’s leaning against the door frame with a shit-eating grin.

“Took you long enough.”