There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

Envy grew like a cancer, deep and invasive.

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

People got out of the way for Cam. He was like a hot Moses, parting a sea of drunk college students.

There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

I’m just not interested.” “Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked. I shot him a look. “Yes.” … “Then how are you not interested.

You’re a good guy, Cam.” “No, I’m not.” He exhaled deeply and his breath was warm against my cheek. “I’m only good with you.