Josh raked a frustrated hand through his hair, watching Felicity shovel in a handful of chocolates. “You lose the weight, feel good then stuff your face. Will anything stop you?”
She rolled her eyes. It was worth going the whole week without, just to taste the delectable little spheres of chocolate as they melted in her mouth, titillating her tastebuds. Closing her eyes she leant back on the sofa and let out a small moan. Josh slammed the door behind him.
The following week, sitting on the sofa with her bag of chocolates ready, Felicity studied the coffee table. There was something different.
Josh stood against the doorframe, eyeing Felicity. “My treat as an apology.”
“What are these?” She pointed to the transparent spheres nestled on top of darker ones.
He shrugged. “Came with the jar. I thought if I buried your chocolate underneath, it would take you…
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