My preference has always been for dark chocolate. My tastebuds don't like make your teeth hurt sweeties - I will readily choose a starter over having a cavity-inducing dessert - my friends envy my ability to refuse creamy cakes and rich mouth-watering chocolates.. and that's only because I don't have a sweet tooth. I love the bitter bite you get when you first wrap your tongue around a piece of velvety smooth 80% cocoa chocolate.. followed very slightly by a tinge of sweetness, not so overpowering you can't taste anything but sugar, but just enough to complement the darkness of the dense deep chocolate flavour.

I'm starting to think I conduct my love life in very much the same way...

..I love the way you greet me every time I step through your door. The way you grab my hand and pull me towards you, brushing the stray strand of hair that somehow always gets in the way of your kiss before your lips touch my lips, your eyes locked with my eyes. The way you pull me on top of you wrapping your arms around me so tight, the same strong arms I run my fingers over and over making me feel so small and warm and.. safe.

I love the way you brush the apples of my cheek with your thumb, drawing circles of growing desire across skin that dances like firefly sparks with every touch of your fingers, hands, lips, skin, you.

Whispery breath that tickles the tiny hairs on the nape of the neck, caressing the inner most depths of you.. you know I'm falling in love with you right?

*nods*

But why are you falling in love with me?

What d'you mean sweetie?

I mean, even after all I've done to you. How can you still feel this way about me?

*pause* Well.. to be honest, I don't really have an answer to that. That's the last thing I expected you to ask me, and well.. I don't know. I have no idea why I started falling for you. Maybe it's because.. despite everything that's happened, you started being honest with me, and.. I started trusting you.

That's because I no longer felt the need to lie. I had nothing to gain from lying to you.

I know babe.

And then you take my hand in yours and lace your fingers through mine, staring at my hands the whole time you do this as if it was the most precious thing you had ever held in those comforting palms of yours. You bring my hands up to your lips for the sweetest softest kiss..

Me too.

Me too?

Me too. I feel the same way too. Do you know how hard it's been for me to hold it in, to stop myself from screaming out loud I love you every time we make love?

Yes. I know.