^^For a second I thought you were mad at me.^^ He chuckled quietly but froze up the minute Dylan's face scrunched up in distaste.
"On second thought," his words sent another wave of anxiety through him. "I'm not so sure. This chocolate is really sweet, but it's still sticky."
**Then why did he eat it?**
Dylan held his gaze on him and he didn't seem ready to take it off.
"It's getting bitter." His voice was barely audible, and he was left wondering if Dylan was trying to get a message across.
Dylan took a step closer to him, closing up the space and staring up at him while wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. The lingering scent of chocolate tempting him. "I don't like the taste in my mouth."
He blinked obliviously.
^^Would you like me to get you something to wash it out?^^
