Compounding Traumas (Artemis University #6) - Erin R Flynn Page 0,68

then as I saw the array of options. I ended up dumping the box and started stacking them to try and organize. I went for the new Bites in their Frosted Confetti Cake flavor. My eyes went wide as I ate one. “Shit, these are seriously good.”

“Right?” He snagged a package and gobbled them up as well. “It’s like a cookie, but a cake-cookie. The chocolate ones aren’t as good. These are my favorite of the Bites.”

“Teach me, Yoda.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Am I older, knowledgeable Yoda that lives in the swamp with the creepy hair, or the cute baby Yoda?”

“I think you know you’re cute, but I’ve not seen the stuff baby Yoda’s in, so in this case, you’re knowledgeable.”

He seemed to think on that a bit. “Can I be the sexy Liam Neeson character then?”

“Oh for the love of—what am I eating next?”

“Whatever you want, kitten,” he murmured, making it very clear he was also on the menu.

Like I didn’t already know that.

I tried the Strawberry Milkshake and spit it right back out, handing it to him like a little kid who didn’t like something. He gave me a surprised look, but the hysterical thing was when he did the same thing and put the whole box right in the garbage.

“This is like a McDonald’s apple pie,” I groaned after trying the Crisp Apple. “Shit, yeah, this is awesome.”

He leaned over and took a huge bite of mine, moaning as he chewed. “Yeah, see, this is why I love them. You can’t always run to McDonald’s, but pop a few of those in the toaster when you’re studying, and you’re set.”

“You’ve converted me,” I chuckled. I tried the Red, White, and Blueberry next, turning up my nose. “Those are just blueberry.” I checked the ingredients to make sure there wasn’t chocolate, like in red velvet. “Yeah, just blueberry with unneeded red dye. Eww.”

“Yeah, but I like blueberry.” He handed me Wild! Berry to try next, and it was hard not to laugh how much sugar we were having right before lunch. They were great, but he was super excited to try the limited edition flavor—as Pop-Tarts had limited edition flavors. “Oh fuck, try this.” He practically shoved it in my mouth.

I was about to tease him, but then I swallowed my bite. “That tastes just like warm, gooey Fruit Loops.”

“That’s the flavor.”

“Shit, buy out the stores before they stop making them,” I muttered, checking the box.

He laughed so hard he fell into me, and I couldn’t even blame him. But they really were that good.

And so were the cinnamon roll ones. I fucking loved the new Crisps options and was going to carry those along with my protein bars from now on. Raspberry was a staple but nothing exciting. Confetti Cupcake was gross.

Oh, and apparently I didn’t like any of the dessert ones besides s’mores. Go figure. What I did really like was Lucca. He was too much, and it was seriously sweet that he wanted to share this with me, and I didn’t mean all the sugar of the Pop-Tarts.

“Thanks for not laughing, kitten,” he murmured as he leaned in to kiss me.

I kissed him back, turned on at seeing this softer, goofier side of him. I used my magic to throw up a barrier on the room and locked it. “Never, but I am a bit jealous over snack foods, as you seem to like eating them more than you do me.”

“Never,” he growled, shoving the boxes away and rolling to his knees. “You’re sweeter than even the watermelon ones. I’d take you over a whole store full of them.”

“Oh wow, now I know you really like me and my pussy.”

“Kitten,” he groaned, loving it when I talked dirty to him.

I smirked up at him as I leaned back on the bean bag chair. “What? Do you like my tits better? My pert ass? No, my tight pussy most, right? You want to fuck it with your fat cock, don’t you?”

“I’m going to if you keep teasing me,” he growled, reaching behind him and yanking off his t-shirt so fast, a few seams tore. “And I want to fuck your tits. And your ass. And one day, my mate’s going to wrap her lips around my cock and suck it all night.”

I blinked up at him. Okay then. I hadn’t expected that from Lucca. The dragon I shouldn’t be thinking about, sure, yeah, he got possessive and aggressive like that. But it was a