I could sense his presence behind me. It was a very powerful, passionate presence, the kind that makes you turn around to face it. "You didn't have to do this you know. In fact, I'm not accepting it… er… them."
He looked troubled when I said this, the smile slowly creeping off his face. "You don't like them? I can't return them."
"No, I like them too much. I can't accept these." I really couldn't! There must have been 25 little individual diamonds in that little box, and it was too much.
"Well then I guess you won't be wanting this either." He pulled an unopened bottle of strawberry wine out from behind his back. He knew I loved it, and he was basically teasing me with it.
"Yes I do." I went to take it from him, but he pulled it back.
"Not until you accept your gift from me. You need to thank me too." A rather menacing smile came across his face. It scared me a little bit, just thinking about what might be going on in that head of his.
"Ok, I accept your gift of diamonds. Thank you so much, you didn't really have to go that far just to apologize to me." Oh, I knew that look on his face. That was the same look he had given me before in my room, as I was trying to 'seduce' him. I knew what it meant. The door was open, but I felt no need to exit through it, no need to run away.
"You are quite welcome, as always. Now, I am ready to give you your other gift, the one I was working on earlier." 2 oompa loompas carrying a cake walked in. It was heart-shaped, and had many wonderful designs on it. He didn't usually make cakes; that's why it had smelled different.
"Thank you, again." He handed me a fork as the oompas set the cake down on the dresser. I took a bite of it, and wanted the whole thing.
"It's ok; you can eat more if you like." He sat on the bed and watched me eat bite after bite. I couldn't control myself. It was like there was something in it that made me want more. Maybe he had discovered some chemical that made you feel good, because I felt as though my anxiety was gone.
"Take it from me, I can't stop."
"I'm not stopping you. You will stop eventually, once you get full."
I stopped, after a while, to find that I had eaten about a fourth of the cake. "Ok, I'm done now, you can have some." I felt embarrassed now, I had eaten a fourth of a cake using only one fork. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, and I turned away.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed. I thought you were going to eat the whole thing, but you didn't." under his breath I heard him say, "oops, that probably wasn't the best thing to say." It wasn't the best thing either. I wanted to flee the room, and I turned to do so. I couldn't though, not after all he had done for me.
There was a chemical in the chocolate; one I had known the taste of for some time. I went over, picked up my fork, and scooped up a bite of cake. I took it over and held it in front of him. "Want some?" it was getting to me now. I liked it too.
He took a bite off of the fork. "Thank you."
"Oooo" the oompas were watching from around the corner.
"Would you just stop it? So what if I love this man huh? Here, let me give you a good reason to do that." I sat on his lap and kissed him. This time, I heard nothing but gasps and little squeaks from them. "There you go, now could we get a little privacy?" the oompas scurried away in haste.
"Wow, you really know how to maneuver them."
"I learn from the best."
