“I’m a shallow, shallow boy. Hey, it helps that you’re pretty. It brings out the nice guy in me. Makes me what to share my cookies with you.”

“You’re nice to me because you think I’m pretty?”“And because you have brown eyes. I’m a sucker for big old brown eyes.”

“I have cookies.”“Cookies?” My brows rose.“Yeah, and I made them. I’m quite the baker.” For some reason, I couldn’t picture that. “You baked cookies?”“I bake a lot of things, and I’m sure you’re dying to know all about those things. But tonight, it was chocolate and walnut cookies. They are the shit if I do say so myself.”

“You’re a good guy, Cam.”“No, I’m not.” He exhaled deeply and his breath was warm against my cheek. “I’m only good with you.”

“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.”

“Cookie for you. Cookie for me.”

“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.”