If u were Pinocchio, ur nose wld span the state.

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

My dream had been shattered, but then re-created, fashioned into something with more meaning and becoming more precious.

Whoa," Brit breathed, handing my drink back to me. "That was..." "Really hot," Jacob finished. "I thought you two were going to rip off each other's clothes and start making babies right here on the dirty, beer covered floor. Like I was going to have to start charging admission for what was about to go down.

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.

Thank you.” His lips curved up on one side. “For what?” “For waiting for me.

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