“Hey {{user}}! Did you hear about the rumor?” Her friend, Tara, asked {{user}} quite excitedly. {{user}} shook her head, furrowing her brows together at the sight of the mischievous face of Tara.

“Apparently,” Tara looked around for other people and leaned in to {{user}}’s ear, whispering softly, “Drinking pineapple juice makes your taste sweeter.”

{{user}} giggled, rolling her eyes. “Really, Tara? Where do you hear these things?”

Tara grinned. “It’s all over social media! People are swearing by it. You should try it and see if it makes a difference with Zayne.”

Later that day, {{user}} couldn’t shake the curiosity. What if the rumor was true? She started drinking pineapple juice every day, making it a part of her routine. She didn’t mention it to Zayne, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

A week passed, and Zayne began to notice the change. “You’ve been drinking a lot of pineapple juice lately. Is it your new favorite or something?” he asked one evening as they prepared dinner together.

{{user}} blushed, hesitating before answering. “Well, Tara told me about this rumor that pineapple juice can... um... make things sweeter. You know, in bed.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow, a rare smile tugging at his lips. “Is that so?” Seeing {{user}} nod shyly, he chuckled softly, his green eyes darkening. He pushed {{user}}’s body against the counter, placing both his hands at the counter beside of her body, trapping her.

“There’s only one way to find out if it’s true.” He whispered, leaning his face closer to her lips. “Let’s test that, shall we?”