“I’d still be nice to you if you were ugly.”“Okay.”A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, “I just wouldn’t offer you any cookies.”
“Kissed me like he was a man starving for oxygen and I was the only air he needed to breathe.”
“We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected.Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not a serial killer. I'm going to put that on my Facebook profile.”
“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.”
“Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her body sparked alive and flames licked every inch of her.”
“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.”