Arwen paused and looked down at the box of chocolates in her hand. Then, turning to him, she nodded.
"Yes, I haven't had one today. This morning, I was in a rush, so I left without taking any, and then I was out the entire day."
"But it's already night," Aiden said, his brows furrowing. "You can't have chocolates this late. It's not good for you."
She simply shook her head and took out one. "Nothing will happen from having it once in a while at night."
Unwrapping it, she popped it into her mouth and savored its rich flavor. Then, glancing back at him, she continued, "I had one tonight, but tomorrow I will remember to eat it earlier. So, it won't become a bad habit."
Aiden glanced at the box, then looked back at her with faint amusement. "These are chocolates, yet you treat them like medicine."
"They are not medicine," she said, clearly offended. "Have you tasted them? The flavor is just so perfect. You can't compare to the bitter medicine."
