I didn’t care about any of that. I just wanted something sweet to eat. I was so excited about what I’d find inside. Boxes like this always had sinfully delicious, liquor-filled morsels of chocolatey goodness.
This one was empty.
He thought the message on the top was enough. He couldn’t even say the words; he’d had to have someone else write them for him.
He needed to get some balls.
And I needed to get a new boyfriend.