What? I'm not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.

I've never watched The Notebook either. Not big on romance flicks," I admitted, opening the huge cartons. "Really? I thought every girl has seen that movie and can quote it at a drop of a hat.

Everything okay?" Cam asked, placing his hand on my lower back. Concern pinched his brows. "Yes." I dropped my cell back into my bag. Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn't meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.

I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively I knew it was a sound of approval.

Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.

Well, prepare yourself. I am all kinds of thoughtful this week. I brought you something else.

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