“The moment we stepped out into the hall, Cam's apartment door flung open. Ollie appeared, a cellphone in one hand and Raphael wiggling in the other. "Smile!" he shouted as he snapped a picture on his phone. "It's like my two kids are going to prom.”

“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.”

“Guess what, Avery?""What?" I wondered if he could see how fast my heart was beating beneath my shirt."Remember how you just said you were having a good time?" Cam lowered his head so that our mouths were scant inches apart. "It's about to get better.""Is it?"He shifted his head and his nose grazed mine. "Oh, yeah.""Are you not going to kiss me again?"His lips tipped up. "That's exactly what I'm going to do.”

“Cam was already on his feet, waiting for me. I arched my brow at him. "Following me?" "Like a true serial killer," he replied.”

“People got out of the way for Cam. He was like a hot Moses, parting a sea of drunk college students.”

“Sorry Raphael. My friends are complete, fucking….” He looked up.I tried to jerk back inside, but it was too late.Cam saw me. “Assholes…” He did a double take. “What the…?”Would dive bombing into my apartment seem weird? Yes—yes it would. So I went with a very lame, “Hey…”

“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.”