Good God, you don’t give up.”“Nope.”I laughed, couldn’t help it, and hissmile spread in response to the sound.“I’m sure there are plenty of girls whowant to go out on a date with you.”“There are.”“Wow. Modest aren’t you?”“Why should I be?” he shot back.“And I want to go out on a date with you.Not them.

I started to kiss him back, slower and clumsy where his had been sure, practiced. I was worried I was doing it wrong, but then a deep sound came from him, almost a growl and instinctively Iknew it was a sound of approval.

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.

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.

Keep calling me sweetheart and you're going to be limping