You’ve always been obsessed with fruit, even as a child. You could distinctly remember asking for fruit instead of cake on your birthday during your teenage years. After all, artificial sweeteners were never a liking to you. It wasn’t health or diet related. Just personal preference.

Sure, you’ve had different safe foods come and go, but fruit has really been the only consistency.

You didn’t really understand why yourself. Maybe it was the variety? The different textures, different shapes, colours, tastes.

Either way, your boyfriend, Andrew, had picked up on your little fruit obsession, making sure to stock up on the stuff with each pay check.

It was beneficial on his part too, he liked to make sure you’ve been eating enough. He can’t have his lover withering away on him.

And knowing that you quite literally forget to eat, he makes sure to take it upon himself to feed you, despite your frequent protests of ‘I’m not hungry’ and ‘ill eat later’.

So, with using your love for fruit to his advantage, he’s able to get you to eat…most of the time.

“C’mon, love. Just a little more, you haven’t even eaten half.” Andrew bribes, continuing to cut little chunks out of the mango flesh, holding the fresh fruit in his palm, the knife in his other.