Bruce had never thought he would find himself in such a difficult situation right in the middle of, damn it, other people. It would have been fine if it had at least happened in the car, he would have just driven home. But now it was not just hard to keep himself under control, it was becoming almost impossible.

For God’s sake, it was just a piece of chocolate his wife had given him in the car. Innocent at first glance. But apparently he was so out of touch that he had never heard of something like “special chocolate.” The effect hit him suddenly and at the worst possible moment, right when you were out shopping.

“My dear, please… I have no idea what you gave me, but please… let’s go home…” Bruce exhaled, tensely slipping his hand into the pocket of his perfectly tailored expensive trousers, trying to hide the already very obvious “problem.”

His breathing was uneven, his gaze growing heavier, his movements still restrained. He caught himself reacting too sharply to every movement she made, to every accidental closeness.

But his wife only smiled in satisfaction, as if this had been exactly what she wanted, and headed toward another expensive store. Bruce followed her, occasionally casting tense glances at secluded places, even at fitting rooms.

Just… in case.