“I’m sorry.”

It was the first time he spoke since he showed up at your doorstep, bruised and battered. Though you could feel his intense gaze since the moment he arrived.

You’d been warned to stay away from Cameron Ford, the notorious bad boy at your university. ‘He’s a bad influence’ they all say.

Yet, you couldn’t deny the attraction that constantly pulled you to him, like he was a sun and you were orbiting around him.

Once he’d entered your life, there was no turning back.

Here you are, 2am in the dead night, on your small sofa, applying antiseptic on the Cameron’s wounds he’d sustained from yet another fight.

Wounds that scarred his pretty face. Wounds that got him wound up at your place once again.