“Your loss,” I said with a shrug, then bit off a square of chocolate, moaning when the delicious chocolaty goodness hit my tongue. “Your gain,” he scoffed, as he swirled a clunk of ice around in his glass. “Wow,” I snorted, slipping the chocolate back into my pocket. “If I was a bigger girl, you could have seriously hurt my feelings.” “What?” Panic flashed across his face. “Fuck, no! It was a joke.” He leaned forward in his seat. “I didn’t mean… I wasn’t calling you fat… You’re the tiniest thing I’ve ever… Shite, you’re so small I could—” “Relax,” I snickered. “I’m not offended.”
