“Do you have ovaries?" Jacob asked. I shot him a look. "Yes" He slid down the back of the couch and sat beside Brittany. "Then how are you not intrested?”

“I’m just not interested.”“Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked. I shot him a look. “Yes.”… “Then how are you not interested.”

“He's not the relationship kind or so I hear.""And do you want a relationship?" I asked her."No." She laughed, dabbing her fry. "But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more.""Sort of like crack?" Jacob suggested."Or Cheetos," Brit supplied.”

“You don’t have to want to be in a relationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.”Brittany looked at him slowly. “Did you really just say that?”“I did. And I owned it . Gonna make me a shirt that says that.”

“You do know him, so that's a lame excuse."It was a lame excuse, but it was the best I had. "How do you really ever truly know someone?"Brit smacked her hands to her cheeks and she shook her head. "He's not a serial killer.""Speaking of serial killers, everyone thought Ted Bundy was a really charming, handsome man. And look how he turned out. Psycho."Jacob stared at me. "He's not Ted Bundy.”

“I didn't know what to say, but my heart was racing as he slid his hands down to mine. He placed them on his chest, right above his heart. "I have hope," he said, his gaze never leaving mine. "I have hope because I love you-I've been in love with you, Avery. Probably before I even realized that I was.""You loved me?"Cam dropped his forehead to mine and his chest rose sharply under my hands. "I love you."My heart stuttered. "You love me?""Yes, sweetheart.”

“You can not drop astronomy. To get through this semester, I must live vicariously through you and hear about Cam at least three days a week.""I'm not going to drop the class-" Even though I sort of wanted to. "-But I doubt I'm going to have anything to tell you. It's not like we're even going to talk again."Jacob let go of my arm and sat back, eyeing me. "Famous last words, Avery.”