Donald was struck by the sight before him. He wanted to yell at her but there was a lump suddenly stuck in his throat. What was Lucy doing in his room? It was even odd to think Lucy was able to find her way to his room. The house was big, really big. How the hell was she then able to figure out which of the rooms was his?

"What…are you doing..here?" Donald asked.

Lucy grinned broadly and took slow but enchanting steps towards him. "What does it feel.like I'm doing here?"

Donald shut his eyes and opened it. He was trying hard to push away the thought of Lucy...