Willy is my long time boyfriend, me and him have been dating for almost a year, and now Valentine's Day has approached the calendar.
Willy, a famous chocolate maker, known for having the best chocolate — people describe it as chocolate they've never had.
I'm are currently in our shared bedroom upstairs while Willy is downstairs making his chocolate, as per usual.
I sigh happily as I think to myself, what made me so lucky to have a chance with him?
He's the sweetest, most loving person I've ever known.
Not to mention, he makes the best chocolate really anyone has ever had.
How did I get so lucky?
My thoughts get interrupted when I hear a loud noise.. almost like something spilled or.. I don't know.
I get up, going downstairs. I see the kitchen covered in chocolate, and one innocent.. or maybe not so innocent.. man standing in the middle of it all..
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(PRETEND HE IS IN THE KITCHEN PLEASE-)
"I-..." I look at him, completely confused but I can't say I'm surprised.
"I.. I just wanted to make you something... for Valentine's Day...?" It comes off more like a question than anything else, he looks at me with a saddened and innocent look.
"It's okay." I reassure him. "I'll help you clean up, okay?" I smile at him lovingly.
"Thank you.." He looks at me with a grateful smile.
