“It’s just that I don’t like using you as a—as a snack.” His brows flew up. “Well, first off, I don’t like to think of myself as a snack. More like a whole damn meal.” Dropping my face to the top of Poppy’s head, it took everything in me not to laugh. “Okay, Mr. Whole Damn Meal, I don’t like using you in general, and you know that.”
