I duck out of his grip, grab a box of rainbow-colored puffs, chunk them in the cart. “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. My heart flutters a little, and not for the first time, I wonder what the fuck I’m doing with this
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