“We’re partners.”“Huh?”“We. Are. Partners,”

“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.”

“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.”

“Giving the tortoise a little wave, I kind of felt stupid afterward for doing so. It just stuck its head back in its green and brown shell. "That's a very interesting pet.""And those are very interesting shorts." His gaze dropped. "What are they?" Leaning forward his eyes narrowed and I stiffened. "Pizza slices?"Heat swamped my cheeks. "They're ice cream cones.""Huh. I like them." Straightening, his gaze drifted up me slowly, leaving an unfamiliar wake of heat behind. "A lot.”

“We are your friends. It is the law of friendship that you tell us things you don’t want to tell us.”

“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.”

“I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower stall and a Jacuzzi we could put to really good use. I know you'd like it.”