~ Camilla

It was a Saturday.

The kind of Saturday that makes you question your entire personality, your choices, and whether or not you’re secretly an emotional masochist. I stood in front of Alex’s apartment door, holding a box of pastries like it was some kind of peace offering. Which, in a way, it was. Because Stephano had been brutal the night before to Alex, to me and to the general atmosphere of sanity. He had caught us kissing and went full Gladiator. No sword, but lots of sharp words and rage. Honestly, the testosterone levels in the room were so high I’m pretty sure I ovulated and panicked all...