You were perfect – perfect for me – and I love you

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.

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.

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.

Good?” Cam said. “Right?” I took another bite and nodded. “Well, I have a whole ton of them at home.” He stretched as he rolled up his napkin. “Just saying.

Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.

It’s just a cookie, sweetheart.