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.I folded my arms and tried to ignore the close proximity of our faces. I'm starting 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.