Okay so I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. He poured chocolate all over me. Pressing my hands firmly against his chest – wow – I used a little of my wolf strength to push him to the floor. Taking the only chance I would get, I grabbed the nearest thing to me, which happened to be a bowl or sour cream and chive, and dripped it all over his hair.
Jude lay flat on his back, whilst I sat with my legs either side of his waist and a self-satisfied grin firm on my lips. "Haven't I already told you not to waste food?" I slowly shook my head, feigning disappointment.
Basking in my arrogant win didn't last long and before I knew it, Jude's hands were on my hips and he had spun us round so that he was now the one straddling me. "Didn't I tell you not to think you got away with it that easy?" He countered.
My lips pouted. Damn! I had no way out of that one.