He stops abruptly, gaze falling to the ruined carpet. The tips of my ears burn. I scratch my neck as Adam stares at me. “Uh, that’s … I was … well, see, I was—” “I don’t even wanna know.” He wobbles by, shaking my cookie butter in my face. “This is mine now, ’cause I’m not gonna tell anyone about that. Deal?” Fucking deal.
