We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected. Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not a serial killer. I'm going to put that on my Facebook profile.
Actually, I'm going to nerd out on you, so prepare.
What? I'm not ashamed to admit that random things remind me of Harry Potter.
Easy for you to say. You’re the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing.
Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.
The moment we stepped out into the hall, Cam's apartment door flung open. Ollie appeared, a cellphone in one hand and Raphael wiggling in the other. "Smile!" he shouted as he snapped a picture on his phone. "It's like my two kids are going to prom.