He punches me once in the side and grabs the box while I double over, spilling coffee down the front of my shirt. I pull the scalding-hot wet material away from my chest as he scarfs down the rest of the box like a goddamned barbarian. I raise both of my eyebrows, watching in disbelief. “Was that necessary?” “You did this to yourself.” His cheeks are bulging with cookie. “You wouldn’t share.”
