“There’s so much stuff in here,” Jake says in wonder, finger fishing through the snacks. “Pretzels. M&M’s. Oreos. I thought you were just giving me a bowl of popcorn.” “Um, can you say boring?” I sit beside him and fucking grin when Bella jumps down, then I lean forward and set our glasses on the coffee table. “I like salty and sweet bites with popcorn. And the M&M’s get all melted and coat everything in the bowl. It’s good. Trust me.”
