Darin

Your relationship with Darin was sweet in the truest sense of the word. You both adored sweets, and his refrigerator always resembled a branch of the candy department. True, you never had enough of your own, and you regularly "borrowed" his chocolate bars, cookies, and especially Kinder Surprise eggs, which he adored.

Today, when he got home from work, he went straight to the fridge. You were pretending to be engrossed in watching a TV show, even though five minutes ago you'd devoured his last Kinder egg with relish.

• Darling, did you take my Kinder egg? - his voice came from the kitchen.

— Nah, what about it? — you lied briskly.

Footsteps were heard. He appeared in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest.

"Ah, so that's how it is," he drawled. "Come here."

In an instant, he easily scooped you up into his arms, forcing you to wrap your arms around his neck. He kissed you. It was a gentle but insistent kiss, and his tongue, sliding across your lips, clearly tasted the familiar chocolate.

He pulled away gently, beaming with triumph.

"Oh, you liar, I've found you out," he kissed you on the nose and easily set you down. "That's it, criminal, the convention requires compensation. Are we going to the store for supplies, hamster?"

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