Sweets

"I must warn you my dear, I'm not much of a sweet person." He whispered huskily, striking grey eyes glimmering with danger. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I refused to be affected by them.

"And I'm the goddamn queen of goddamn America." I bravely snapped, shoving the candied apple straight into his mouth.

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The day Sophia Sweets met the love of her life was the day Conrad Diamond swore that love would never just land in one's lap.

And that dessert was a waste of precious time.

And that motorcycles were really motorised broomsticks of death.

So why on Earth did he want to wrap the curly-haired beauty on his lap that smelt of chocolate frosting in his arms and ride off into the sunset?