"Not all men," he casually argues, tossing a chocolate into his mouth.

She doesn't blink. Instead, her fingers curl around the box of chocolates between them, and she smiles. "Okay. But if I take this box of chocolates, poison one in front of you, shake the box, and offer you one", she raises an eyebrow, "would you take it?"

The chocolate in his mouth suddenly feels too thick, too sweet. A disbelieving laugh escapes him. "Good lord, you are crazy."

"Oh no no, I'm not crazy," she says trying to fight the smirk at his reaction. "I'm just working with the numbers. When one in four is poisoned, you check every piece."

l excerpts from a novel I will never write

~~~ thenevernovel, Instagram