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

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.

All I'm saying is once you've been out in the woods and heard the things I've heard, you'd believe in Big Foot and the chupacabra.

Bridget did the only thing she could do in this situation that wouldn't end with her doing a life stint in prison. She flipped the woman off. With both hands.

I've wanted to be with you since the first time you turned me down. I've just been waiting for you to come around.

If I fall and break my neck, will you say something nice at my funeral?" "Like 'Kyler was usually more graceful?

You've been checking me out, haven't you? In between your flaming insults? I feel like man candy.