Cam was already on his feet, waiting for me. I arched my brow at him. "Following me?" "Like a true serial killer," he replied.

I just didn't know how much of this I was capable of. How far this - whatever it was - would actually go before old fears overshadowed the warmth.

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

Because he should want to be in a relationship with me! I’m friggin’ awesome.

There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

According to the three missed calls from her mother—who thought Madison had been kidnapped in the big, bad city and was now being held for an ungodly sum of money—the four text messages from her brother wondering if she knew how to navigate the beltway—because apparently little sisters couldn’t drive—and the voice mail from her father warning there was a problem with the reservations, she was late for brunch.

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