I’m serious about you, Avery. If you want me for real, you have me.

Avery, I haven’t messed around with Steph since I met you. I have messed around with anyone since I met you.

I want to be here with you, Avery. You don't have to worry about impressing me or wowing me. You've already done that.

The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that nothing was wrong. And look how well that was turning out.

It was a Friday night, she was at a club, and a good-looking man was currently giving her the I-want-to-take-you-home-and-I-hope-I-last-longer-than-five-minutes look… and she was thinking about pie, a young adult book, and feeding her cat. She was so turning into the cat lady at twenty-seven. Sweet.

Within a few short hours, he nearly had me agreeing to try deer jerky for the first time. Almost. If it weren't for Cam continuously whispering "Bambi" in my ear every couple of minutes, I would've caved.

Am I going to have to carry you? If so, it would complete my badass knight-in-shining-armor act with you today.