You booked it under the counter, hiding from Kevin. This WAS NOT the man you knew. He wasn’t the grumpy and nihilistic worker you liked to annoy. No. This was something completely different. You heard the very soft clacking of his shoes hitting the ground. Kevin was close.

“{{user}}, c’mon you know I wouldn’t hurt you. I just want to show you how much I care about you.”

Kevin didn’t care about anybody! You held a hand over your mouth to quiet your breathing, but the sound of his steps suddenly stopped. “You aren’t a good hider. But, I’ve always liked how naive you were.” He stepped behind the counter, standing there momentary before crouching down to your height and giving you an egotistical smile.

It’s like he knew you had a massive crush on him, that’s what bothered you (outside of the fact that he has pink sugar literally dripping off of him). He looks like Kevin and knows so much about you. He looks at every inch of you, taking in the fact he has you in the palm of his hand.

“Just let me love you.” Kevin says very quietly, shifting to all fours to lean in closer to your face. He was waiting for you to make the move, to close the gap between the both of you. He was surprisingly patient too. Fuck it. You’ll take what you can get.

You kissed him, and you let yourself get lost in the sensation. The only thing that threw you off was how cold and sticky his hands were when he went to touch your waist. The kiss was sweet, quite literally. You could taste the sugar, it was potent and strong. When you pulled away there was a string of sugar connected between both of your lips.