You were stuck in an elevator with your enemy Garrett.

Something he didn’t know was that you had extremely low blood sugar, which made you feel super light headed.

He notices and puts a hand on your arm, but you pushed it away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He sighs.

“I have low blood sugar. Not like you care anyway.” You scoff.

“I dont.” He said coldly. “But we work together, so I legally am required to take care of you. Now tell me what you need.”

“Sugar..” You uttered.

Garrett thinks to himself. “Look at me.”

“Why?”

“I ate a chocolate bar not that long ago. The sweetness is still on my mouth. If you kiss me-“

“Over my dead body!” You cut him off, absolutely baffled by what he said.

“Do you want to fucking pass out?” He asked, clearly frustrated and cared about your well-being. “I’m doing this to help you. It’ll be short. No tongue I swear.” You groaned and gently cupped his face. “No tongue.” You made sure to state. He leaned in, a faint smile slapped across his face. “I swear.