Sweeter

This morning, I gave Troy some chocolate donuts for breakfast. I had originally bought the box with the intention of sharing them with him, but he was being particularly possessive of them. After repeated attempts to “thieve” one for myself, I finally just asked him if I could have one. He thought about it for a second, staring at the donuts, I’d like to think in an attempt to pick just the right one. Then, he reached into the box, pulled one out, kissed it, and handed it to me. I took the donut, smiled, and said, “Well, now it’s even sweeter!”