You were stuck in an elevator with your enemy, Issac. What he didn't know was that you had extremely low blood sugar.

You began to feel lightheaded and you stumbled back a little, catching yourself in time. He noticed and placed a hand on your arm but you whacked it away immediately.

"Don't touch me."

"Then tell me what's wrong. You're stumbling around like an idiot."

"I have low blood sugar..." You said weakly. "Not that you care anyways."

"I don't. But we're work partners, so I'm legally obliged to keep you alive. Tell me what you need."

"Sugar...." You mumbled.

He paused to think for a few seconds before he sighed, "Look, I ate a chocolate bar not too long ago. The sugar is still on my mouth if you need to kiss me-"

"Over my dead body!"

"Look! Do you want to fucking pass out?" He spat. "I'm tryna help you. It'll be short. No tongue. I swear."

You groaned and turned to look at him. Why does he always wear his tie loosely... and the fucking rolled up sleeves, holy fuck... You thought to yourself.

Your hand hesitantly comes up to cup his face. "No tongue..."

He smiles faintly as he slowly leans closer to your face. "I swear..."

He kisses you softly and you taste the sugar immediately. After a minute, you tried to break the kiss but he wrapped his arms around you, demanding more.

Slowly, he slides his tongue inside your mouth, breaking his promise.