The chocolate was sitting on the counter, wrapped carefully, a little note next to it: For her—don’t touch.

He came back from the shower to find her standing there, the foil already torn back, a piece melting between her fingers.

“Oh… uh…” she said, cheeks warming. “I just… I wanted a little taste.”

“Little taste?” he asked, voice tight, arms crossed. “That was for my girlfriend.”

She froze, eyes wide. “I… didn’t know. I’m sorry!”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. “You didn’t know? Or you didn’t care?”

She bit her lip, sheepish, but couldn’t resist popping another piece into her mouth. “I… couldn’t resist. It looked too good.”

He shook his head, a mix of exasperation and disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

She shrugged, innocent but teasing, chocolate glistening on her fingers. “Maybe. But at least I’m honest.”

And despite himself, he couldn’t help the flicker of amusement—and irritation—that crossed his chest.