Ethan's POV
Jess looked between us, munching on her pretzels. "Why's everyone so quiet? Did I say something wrong?"
I picked up a pretzel and threw it at her. It bounced off her forehead and landed in her lap.
"Hey! No food fighting in the penthouse!" She picked up the pretzel and popped it in her mouth. "These are expensive snacks."
"They're literally store-brand pretzels," I said.
"Well, excuse me, Mr. Fancy Car. Some of us still appreciate the simple things in life." Jess hugged her romance novel closer. "Like billionaire fantasies and store-brand snacks."
Another silence fell over the room, but it was loaded with barely contained laughter this time. Stella pressed her lips together, shoulders shaking with silent giggles. I stared at my beer bottle, fighting to keep a straight fac
