Cleo sat near Lucas. She occasionally glanced at the man who was focused on the screen of his laptop. She gently pulled a part of Lucas' shirt. It was as if she was whining like a child.
But Lucas stayed patient, trying to hold back what he was feeling. His heart was beating fast, tickling all over his body. It was really instinctive for an adult man to get up, as if to lose his consciousness.
There was no response from Lucas, because the man was really focused. If he focused on trying to control himself, it would be very dangerous if he let loose. Cleo increased the pulling power of the man's clothes.
"Uncle." Cleo called in a low, spoiled voice.
He blushed. Badump!
It's like Cleo is making the defense that Lucas has been building collapse instantly with just one call. "Wake up Lucas, she is Cleo." Lucas muttered.
Lucas immediately got up from his seat and took a jacket from his room.
