You’re stuck in an elevator with your enemy. What he didn’t know was that you had extremely low blood sugar. You were beginning to feel lightheaded and he noticed.

He placed a hand on your arm, but you whacked it away, “Don’t touch me…” you said. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded “I have low blood sugar…” You weakly said, “Not that you care,anyways. “I don’t,” He said, “But we work together, so legally I’m required to care. Tell me what you need.” “Sugar…” You mumbled. Your enemy thought to himself for a few seconds. He then sighed, “Look at me.” “Why?” “I ate a chocolate bar not too long ago. The sweetness is still on my mouth. If you kiss me—“ Your eyes widened “Over my dead body!” “ Do you want to fucking pass out?” He spat, “I’m doing this to help you. It’ll be short. No tongue. I swear.” You groaned and then turned around, looking up at him. He always wore his tie so loosely… And his sleeves were rolled up too. You cupped his face, “No tongue…” He leaned in, faintly smiling, “ I swear.”

The two of you kissed each other. You tasted the sweetness immediately. After a minute, you tried to break the kiss but he wrapped his arms around you, demanding more. “Nnghmm…” He slid his tongue inside your mouth, breaking the promise.