Gloria looked up at him with expectations. Her big eyes peered at his.
Lucian would lay her in bed and show her how wild he could go if he was able to. He was aiming to kiss her now that she wasn't relenting and was in his arms, tightly with no way out, except she yelled at him.
But he spoiled the show by sneezing.
"Ewww!" She pushed him off.
"Why do you hate me so much?" He said as he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.
"I'll punish Michael if he does that. You are a grown man, Mr Lucian, act your age!" She said.
"Can I use your dress to wipe my hand?"
"No! No!" She ran away from him. "Just go wash your hands!" She giggled. "Lucian."
"I don't want to wash my hands, it's too far to get to the bathroom."
She walked away because he was coming closer to her. "But you can use the kitchen."
"True but I don't want to."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Now stop running away from me, I'm not a zombie."
