I’m probably the most awkward person when it comes to showing affection, but I try not to think about it as I hop in the car. I stare out of the windshield as I hand her the bag. Only when she grabs it and pulls it to her lap, do I glance over. I watch as a smile spread across her face. When her head whips in my direction, I fight the urge to look away. She stares at me with eyes that glitter, and now I’m uncomfortable. I clear my throat, turn away from her, and start the car.
“What are these for?” Bella asked.
“They’re yours. I know how much you love sweet drinks,” I said nonchalantly.
I grab my phone and my eyes widen as I note how many Snarl notifications I have. Uriel sent me at least ten messages and I try really hard to hide the emotions that are trying to crawl onto my face. I do
