Ben breathed a sigh of relief. He had managed to save his chocolate from Kevin’s clutches.
Unfortunately, Gwen had spotted him. Her face lit up at the sight of the chocolate bar in his hand.
“Is that chocolate? Can I have some?”
He quickly stuck it back into his pants’ pocket and feigned innocence. “What chocolate? I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gwen.”
“Hand it over, Ben,” she demanded.
He shook his head. “No. It’s mine.”
She strode determinedly over to him. He backed up a few steps and found himself backed against a wall.
She closed the distance between them in seconds.
He stood his ground. He wasn’t about to be intimidated by her. She might be taller than him, but he was stronger. He could take her.
She inched closer, her body pressing into his.