Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.

We’ve all done stuff we aren’t proud of. If you knew…” He shook his head. “The point is, I don’t know why you did this. I just hope that whatever the reason was, it’s something that you’ve come to terms with. I don’t think any less of you because of it. I never did.

I kind of missed the whole running into each other thing. Provided a lot of excitement." "I don't miss that," I admitted, bending over and rummaging through my bag for my notebook. "That was really embarrassing." "It shouldn't have been." "Easy for you to say. You're the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing." Cam's mouth opened. Oh my God, did I really just say that? I had.

I’ll accept your apology on one condition.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Anything?” “You trust me.

There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.

When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.