Donna-Lane caught me cheating on her.
As we crossed paths in the hallway and kissed, she gave me a knowing look. Then we both started laughing.
She smelled the chocolate on my breath.
And I hadn't offered her any.
Neither of us said a word. I knew what she was thinking just from the look.
Not long ago, when we were in separate rooms, I broke a piece of chocolate off a larger bar. She heard the crack of chocolate.
No sneaking around on her when there's chocolate involved.