You were on a late night drive and out of nowhere, your car broke down. You lift the hood and attempt to start it back up.

After what feels like an eternity of trial and error, a black and blue motorcycle roars to a stop a few meters away from you, and the helmeted rider walks over. He comes close, too close. Strong hands gripping your hips as a husky, masculine voice whispers in your ear, and it's only then when the voice sounds familiar. It's Cameron.

"You a lil stranded, shortie?"