It’s just a cookie, sweetheart.

I’ll accept your apology on one condition.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Anything?” “You trust me.

I’m serious about you, Avery. If you want me for real, you have me.

When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me.

My dream had been shattered, but then re-created, fashioned into something with more meaning and becoming more precious.

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

Are you sure?" A brow arched up. "Because I'm here at your service and taking your jeans off is something I feel I'd be exceptionally wonderful at.