“I told you that my idea was great.""They usually are.""Holy [crap]. Did you just admit that?""Maybe I did.""Uh-huh, you've always known my ideas hit a ten.""On a scale of 1 to 100, yes.""Ha.Ha. Guess what.Got another idea.""Does it involve eggs?""It doesn't involve eggs.""It doesn't?""But it does involve something equally tasty. And it involves you, me, a bed, and very little, if any, clothing.”

“W-w-what?" I stepped aside or was forced aside as he entered my apartment, carrying something wrapped in tinfoil, a carton of eggs - huh? - and a tiny frying pan. "Cam what are you doing? It's eight in the morning.""Thanks for the update on the time." he headed straight for my kitchen. "It's one thing I've never been able to master: the telling of time.”

“Rules?”He nodded as he peeled the third egg. “There’s not that many. No shutting me out. It’s just you and me and no one else.” He paused, and myheart was jumping. “And finally, you keep looking damn sexy in my shirts.”

“While the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.”I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. “Well, that was…really sort of perfect.”“I’m really sort of perfect … Everyone else knows that. You’re just a little slow on the uptake.”

“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.”

“Well, to be honest, I was planning to woo you with my banana nut bread, but that shit ain’t happening now. So all I have left is my delicious eggs.”… “It’s really good, but you’re not wooing me.”“Oh, I’m wooing … It’s all about the stealth. You don’t realize it yet.”

“Self-involved? Self-involved?!?" I jump to my feet, unable to sit still. "Let's talk about self-involved, Mr. Kissing Unsuspecting Girls in Libraries.”