Chapter 163

Collin's POV

I chewed on the toast rapidly, swallowing at a full speed all in a bid to prevent Seth from thinking I would want to give him any part of my loot. I had practically smuggled the bread at such late hour to make toast. Ester doesn't like us eating so late into the night, always complaining about us bloating.

We laugh to her face about it, because the only way we would ever get to bloat is if we choose to not leave the house. Seth glared at me as I kept humming delightfully to myself.

"It won't kill you to share, I hope you know that?" He said.

"I still don't understand why you came down stairs to meet me and ruin my lone moment. You can make the toast yourself, it won't take you any more than ten minutes."

He stomped his feet, "but I don't want to, I might have lost my interest in it by then."

"You think I really care? Keep playing around." I should have known I can't get past him that easily, the last piece didn't get lucky enough to reach the shore of my lips before it