“I’ve got something better than sex.” “I doubt it,” I mutter. Laughing, he tips the bag and a mountain of candy falls onto the bed. I rake it through my fingers, picking up different bars and boxes, confused. There’s nothing I recognize. “What’s all this?” “British candy. Picked it up for you when I was tying up my loose ends in London. Thought you might like to try some things you can’t find in the local Walmart.”
Oh my god i just fell in love with him
