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“I have a frightening memory for things that are virtually useless to me.”
Cam pulled out a napkin and unfolded it with long fingers. “Cookie for you. Cookie for me.” Removing the pen from my mouth, I shook my head. “You didn’t have to do that.” “It’s just a cookie, sweetheart.”
“I can see that you don’t believe me. Maybe it was the cookie? Well, you refused to taste my cookies last night and honestly, I was going to eat the
other cookie, but you looked so tired and sad sitting there, I figured you needed the cookie more than I did.”
“And you’re pretty,” he added. I blinked “What?” That frown had faded as he opened the door, ushering me out of the class and into the hall. “Do not tell me you don’t know you’re pretty. If so, I’m about to lose all faith in mankind. You don’t want to be responsible for that.”
“You are really…” “Amazing? Awesome?” He paused, brows raised. “Astonishing?” “I was going to go with bizarre.” “Well, hell, if I had feelings that might actually hurt.”
“Jacob is like a sex-starved woman in her mid-thirties, so he can’t possibly understand why you wouldn’t want to take a ride on the town bike.” I glanced at Jacob, and he just shrugged and said, “Very true.”
“Well, to be honest, I was planning to woo you with my banana nut bread, but that shit ain’t happening now. So all I have left is my delicious eggs.”
“Oh, I’m wooing.” He opened up the fridge and grabbed a bottle of OJ. Pouring two glasses, he sat one in front of me. “It’s just all about the stealth. You don’t realize it yet.”
“You just ate four hard-boiled eggs, you’re eating half of a loaf, and you have abs that look like they belong on a Bowflex ad.” Cam looked absolutely thrilled to hear that. “You’ve been checking me out, haven’t you? In-between your flaming insults? I feel like man candy.”
I laughed. “Shut up.” “I’m a growing boy.”
“How about you go out with me?” “Cam,” I sighed. He leaned against the jam. “That’s not a no.” “No.” “Well, that’s a no.”
Brownies in the morning were the shit.
“Do you like the color green on her, Cam?” Brit asked. Oh my God. Cam turned to me, his blue eyes as deep as the waters off the coast of Texas. “The color looks great on her, but she looks beautiful every day.”
gasp. “Tell me what your talents are, sweetheart.”
“There’s nothing to see. You’re wasting your time.” “When it concerns you, it’s never a waste of my time,” he replied.
He sighed, turning back to my friends. “She keeps turning me down. Breaks my little heart.”
In the pit of my stomach, a nest of butterflies were born and began drinking energy drinks.
The nest of butterflies had moved on from energy drinks to smoking crack.
Cam looked like he always did as he stepped into my apartment—absolutely, disgustingly divine.
“I’m confident enough in my masculinity and sexuality that I can say that Ryan Gosling is just dreamy in this movie.” My jaw hit the floor. The blank expression slipped away and he started laughing. “I’m joking. I don’t own The Notebook. Never watched it. Didn’t bring any romance movies.”
I didn’t know what it was with guys dressing like it was warm outside when it was obviously not.
People got out of the way for Cam. He was like a hot Moses, parting a sea of drunk college students. I took a step back, suddenly nervous.
Cam lowered his head and his lips brushed my ear as he spoke, sending a burst of shivers along my spine. “You are never a bother to me.”
