“I would’ve gotten that for you.” Bell pressed her lips together as if holding in a laugh. “You look like someone ate your last Kit Kat. I’m all grown now, Cupcake. I can open my own doors.” I scowled in her direction, and the laugh she’d been holding back escaped. “Maybe I wanted to be a gentleman.” “Forgive me. I promise not to open any doors for the rest of the night. And if I drop anything, I’ll make you pick it up.”
