You were perfect.” Cam dipped his mouth to mine. “Only because I was with you.
You’re nice to me because you think I’m pretty?” “And because you have brown eyes. I’m a sucker for big old brown eyes.
Easy for you to say. You’re the one who got plowed. I was doing the plowing.
People got out of the way for Cam. He was like a hot Moses, parting a sea of drunk college students.
Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.
And you're a bad boy?" I asked. Ollie's grin was contagious. "Oh, I'm a bad, bad boy." Cam shot his friend a look. "Yeah, as in bad at spelling, math, english, cleaning up after yourself, talking to people, and I could go on.