She knows she shouldn’t, but the temptation is too great. The smell stirs something inside her. Her hormones are like bees roused by the smell of pollen and they won’t be still until she gets what she desires.
One lick. The taste is everything she imagined. But before she realises it, she’s unwrapped the lot.
Paper clothes lie strewn across the carpet. The rest of the evidence is melted onto her lips, like the remnants of a passionate kiss.
She cleans her face and starts tidying but the door opens.
He’s early.
She’s too late.
He’ll know she had chocolate!