All Chapters of Tamed By The Campus Bad Boy: Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

AARON'S POVLeon turned to look at me, his eyes soft and searching. “I didn't know it was you, Aaron. I swear it. I wasn't using you.”I let out a small, sad laugh, casting him a quick sideways glance.“It sure felt like it.”“I apologize for that,” Leon murmured.“It was dark, and I was delirious with fever,” he sighed, rubbing his palms over his jeans nervously. “I know it probably sounds like stupid excuses because I was coherent that night. Coherent enough to demand for things, initiate things and…and respond.”Our eyes met and I looked away first before he could see how much he was affecting me.“I didn't even know you were there and I had just seen Damian... or was that a hallucination?”“No,” I replied, gripping the wheel until my knuckles turned white. “He was there. He was meeting someone, and you’d fainted.”I shook my head, trying to dissipate the memory, but not all of it.Just the part where Damian and I had almost got into a fight over what Leon was doing there.“Damian

LEON'S POVThe afternoon light filtered through the stained-glass windows of the church building, casting long, broken patches of crimson and violet across the floorboards.I was in the middle of correcting a twelve-year-old’s posture, my fingers aching from hours of repetitively playing the keyboard, when I felt the air in the room shift.I looked up, expecting to see a parent or perhaps the janitor. Instead, my heart dropped to the floor as I saw Aaron.At first, I blinked hard to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I wasn't. Aaron was sitting in the very back row, his long legs stretched out into the aisle, leaning against the polished wood as if he owned the pew.Perhaps the second most surprising thing about his presence there was that he didn’t look out of place at all. He looked like he belonged there, even with his apparent arrogance which was practically seeping out of his pores.His handsome face slowly split into a smile that I would've mistaken as ‘warm’ if it wasn't from