“Hey. Those are mine!” I shriek. He meets my eyes, a stupid smirk on his lips. “Not anymore.” With that, he goes back to his friends. What the actual fuck? “What was that?” Layla’s voice is full of amusement as her gaze stays glued to Colton. “Thompson loves M&Ms,” Clay explains, looking between us. “A cabinet in his apartment is packed with them. He’s more into the ones with milk chocolate, but he likes the peanut ones too. The classic.”
