"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Orphelin, Shawn est un jeune homme âgé de dix-neuf ans, qui aimerait avoir une vraie famille. Sa vie est terne et monotone, chaque jour ressemble à celui qui vient de passer, et il est tout bonnement piégé dans une routine infernale. Seulement, tous basculera lorsque son nouveau colocataire dans l'internat ou il étudie pointera le bout de son nez, il bouleversera alors le quotidien de Shawn, et pas qu'un peu.