Avery, I haven’t messed around with Steph since I met you. I have messed around with anyone since I met you.

Pens?" Chase echoed. Bridget rolled her eyes. "Pens are by far more stimulating than most people." "I'm kind of wondering what you're going with those pens," Chase said Madison scrunched up her nose. "Get your mind out of the gutter." "My mind is always in the gutter around you.

I have hope because I love you – I’ve been in love with you, Avery. Probably before I even realize that I was

He raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.

I'm beginning to think cookies is a code word for something else." "Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing me down another step. "And just think about it. If cookie was a code word, whatever it symbolizes, it's been in your mouth, sweetheart.

Here's my library, where I don't do a lot of reading but mostly play Angry Birds on the computer.

It’s just a cookie, sweetheart.