Chocolate. Luka couldn't remember a time when he didn't love chocolate. He loved the way it felt in his hands once he had unwrapped it, silky smooth. He loved the way the aroma would fill his senses, making his mouth water before he could even get the treat to his mouth. He loved the dark taste of it, the mysterious mixture of bitterness with a hint of something sweet.
He looked over at John and reached out, his fingers caressing silky smooth skin. John's eyes slowly opened, he smiled, and Luka found himself happily drowning in pools of living chocolate.