Ethan's POV
I sprawled on my leather couch, flipping through channels with one hand while balancing a bowl of popcorn on my chest. Some reality shows about people living in tiny houses filled the screen.
"Who actually wants to live in a box?" I tossed a piece of popcorn at the TV. "That closet they're calling a bedroom is smaller than my bathroom."
Jess snorted from the other end of the couch, her feet tucked under her. "You also lived in a small apartment," she reminded me, giving me a knowing look.
"Exactly. I've done my time in tiny spaces." I aimed another piece of popcorn at her head. "Never again."
She caught it in her mouth with practiced ease. "Show off."
"You're the one catching projectile snacks like a trained seal."
"Better than wearing them like you." She pointed at the
