Phoebe's POV
Looking into Harold's calm but focused eyes, I felt my resolve crumble. I reached for the chocolate in his palm and peeled away the wrapper slowly. The candy had gotten slightly melted and messy from being clutched too long, but it was still perfectly fine.
"There," I said.
"Feed it to me," Harold pressed without hesitation, clearly testing how far he could push.
I glanced up as the parking lot lights streamed through the window, casting a glow across half my face. My pale skin seemed to shimmer as I laughed, "Boyfriend, you're being extra demanding tonight!"
Harold's intense dark eyes stayed locked on me as he answered, "Girlfriend, your boyfriend's just asking for one tiny favor. Can't you indulge me a little?"
I gripped the chocolate tighter but still brought it up to his lips. "Open," I commanded.
