“Why’re we here?” He puts two more boxes of the same cereal on top of mine. “You’re eating all the food in my damn house.” I feel myself flushing, but he tips my chin up, noticing. “I don’t care, Ella,” he says, like he really doesn’t. “As long as I can eat you in my house, too.” I blush harder, and I know my face is the shade of a tomato, but he pulls me in by the throat and kisses me, hard, right on the lips.
