What?" she asked."You're beautiful."She rolled her eyes. "Flattery will get you laid.""I sure hope so.

I love you like I love cupcakes.

You with me?”Remembering him saying that before, our first time, I nodded and whispered, “Yes.”He kissed me again. “Then stay with me.

Avery?"My eyes drifted shut. "What?""You've never been kissed before, right?"My pulse exploded."No.""Just so we're clear," he said."This isn't a kiss."I opened my mouth, and then his lips were on mine. A sweet sweeping of his lips across mine, breathtakingly tender and soft, and way too quick. "You kissed me," I gasped, my fingers digging into his sweater."That wasn't a kiss." His lips brushed mine as he spoke. Shivers raced up and down my spine.

I love your sense of humor and the fact you never ate grits before. There’s so much I love about you that I know I’m in love with you. So, honey, you can have all my shirts you want.

Perfect,” I told him, spreading myhands over the sides of his face. “Youwere perfect.”Cam dipped his mouth to mine. “Onlybecause I was with you.