#nr. 10

“You ready?” Ivar asks, earning an eager nod in response.

“1, 2...3!” Ylva shoves the chocolate in her mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing while Ivar takes a bite out of the sour gummy worm. He immediately spits it back out and begins a tirade of curses. Ylva licks the melted remains of chocolate off of her fingers, humming contentedly.

“I like it.” She announces, already reaching for another piece of Ivar’s raspberry fudge chocolate bar. He yanks the candy out of reach and glares at her.

“Get your own.” He grumbles. Ylva gasps, offended that he is denying her something that she wants to eat; he’s never done that before.

“But, Ivar…” She pouts. At first she thinks he will stand his ground but it only takes her a few seconds to make him cave.

“Fine. One more.” Ivar sighs as she nabs the piece from his outreached hand. While Ylva licks her fingers clean again, he unlocks his phone and begins to type in a hurry. She leans against his side, peeking down on the screen.

“What are you doing?” She asks, affectionately rubbing their cheeks together.