It was a sticky situation but not the kind you would expect.
Actually, it was the literal kind.
Why I had decided that covering my naked body in maple syrup was a good idea was beyond me.
It had all started when my Canadian boyfriend had mentioned body paint. I have a milk allergy so chocolate was out, I didn’t want to use honey (it reminded me of lesbians- not that I don’t like them… You know what I mean!) and so I thought why not honour his homeland and use maple syrup?
I was sticking to everything. I could feel it oozing into places no food should go and when my phone beeped with a message I wasn’t exactly sure how to read it without covering it in syrup too.
I licked my finger and slid the bar across to unlock it.
“Can we do tomorrow night instead?”
I picked up the phone and flung it across the room. I didn’t care how much syrup was on it now, I cared that I’d gone to this much trouble for no reason.
Then again, it’s not like I should have been surprised.
Life with him had become a constant source of disappointment.