The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the fridge. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching her unwrap a bar of chocolate she’d snagged from the grocery bag.

She bit into it slowly, savoring each piece like it was a secret. The rich smell filled the kitchen, sweet and heavy.

“Do you really need to eat that right now?” he asked, voice teasing but calm.

She glanced up, lips glistening. “Do I need to what?”

“You know…” He hesitated, trying to sound casual, though his pulse ticked faster than he liked. “The… effect it has.”

Her eyes sparkled mischievously. She licked a smear of chocolate from her fingers, shiver running through her. “Mmm… maybe I do.”

He cleared his throat, fighting the sudden heat rising in his chest. “I—uh—you should… maybe slow down.”

She laughed softly, sweet and low, chocolate-scented breath brushing his ear as she leaned past him to grab another piece. “Or maybe I just want to enjoy it.”

And the moment hung there—thick, charged, and undeniably electric.