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.

A person is only complete when she has a true friend to understand her, to share all her passions and sorrows with, and to stand by her throughout her life.

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

I want to be with you.

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.

Join me? Patting the spot beside him, he inclined his head. “Pretty please? I’m lonely all by myself over here.

I’ll accept your apology on one condition.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Anything?” “You trust me.