“Morning, sweetheart,”

“It’s just a cookie, sweetheart.”

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart … Anything. And I’ll do it.”

“I love you." - Avery"I know." - Cam"Cocky." - Avery"Confident. I love you sweetheart." - Cam”

“His chin grazed the top of my head and then his lips brushed across my forehead.“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, sweetheart. I promise.”

“I'm beginning to think cookies is a code word for something else.""Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing me down another step. "And just think about it. If cookie was a code word, whatever it symbolizes, it's been in your mouth, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” he said, his voice thick and gruff. “It’s morning and you’re sitting on me. That’s a combination meant to bring any man down.”