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giggled. “I am so dying to know what cookies are slang for.”
    “Probably his cock,” Jacob plopped down on the arm of the couch.  
    “Oh my God,” I said, taking a handful of chips. I needed the calorie fortitude for where this conversation was heading.
    Brittany nodded. “Makes sense then. I mean, with the whole not sharing cookies with ugly girls.”
    “I don’t think he really meant that,” I said, popping a chip in my mouth. “So, back to our history notes…”
    “Fuck history. Back to Cam’s cock.” Jacob said. “Do you know, if cookies is a code word for cock, then that means his cock was in your mouth.”
    I choked on the chip and grabbed my can of soda, inhaling the liquid as my face burned.
    “Theoretically speaking that is,” Jacob added, grinning like a total shithead. He hopped up. “I don’t know how you do it, Avery. If I lived across the hall from him, I’d be plastered to his front door noon to midnight. And I’d be all over his cookies . Yum.”
    Waving a hand in front of my face, I shook my head. “You can have his cookies.”
    “Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I’d be all over that in a heartbeat.”  
    Brittany’s eyes rolled. “Big surprise there.”
    “What I don’t understand is how come you aren’t all over his cookies .”  
    I opened my mouth, but Brittany shook her head and said, “I don’t think cookies mean cock. I think it might mean his balls being that its plural and all.”
    Jacob burst into loud laughter. “Then that means his balls were in your mouth theoretically speaking! Damn, that’s some dirty baking.”
    I gaped at the two. Was this typical conversation? “Oh my God, can we please stop talking about his cock and balls or I’ll never be able to eat cookies again. Like ever.”
    “No. Seriously. How come you aren’t all up on that.” Jacob climbed onto the back of the couch like an overgrown cat. “He’s obviously flirting with you.”
    “So,” I replied, believing it might be safe to eat another chip without dying.
    Jacob’s jaw dropped. “So?”
    Brittany closed the history book and dropped it on the floor with a loud thump. Guess there went studying completely. “Jacob is like a sex-starved woman in her mid-thirties, so he can’t possibly understand why you wouldn’t want to take a ride on the town bike.”
    I glanced at Jacob, and he just shrugged and said, “Very true.”
    “Even I have a hard time understanding that. Cameron is really good looking,” Brittany continued. “And I have never heard any girl talking crap about him, so he must treat them good.”
    Having no idea what to say, I dropped into the black moon chair near the TV. Explaining to them the why behind it all was a big fat no go. “I don’t know. I’m just not interested.”
    “Do you have ovaries?” Jacob asked.
    I shot him a look. “Yes.”
    He slid down the back of the couch and sat beside Brittany. “Then how are you not interested?”
    Shoving the rest of the chips in my mouth, I struggled to respond without coming across like a frigid prude. But I was a total frigid prude, wasn’t I? Or afflicted, depending on who you asked. Either way, while the idea of cocks and balls interested me, the thought of actually getting up, close and personal with them made me break out in a cold sweat.
    And I was sweating now. The chips were already souring in my stomach. I’d be breaking out the Tums later. My mind immediately went straight to the email from last night.  
    Liar .  
    Wiping my hands over my jeans, I shook my head. “I’m just not interested in a relationship.”
    Jacob laughed. “We’re not saying that Cam is either, you know? You don’t have to want to be in a relationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.”
    Brittany looked at him slowly. “Did you really just say that?”
    “I did. And I owned it. Gonna make me a shirt that says that.” Jacob flashed a grin. “Anyway, all I’m saying is he’s an opportunity you might