Klaus groaned, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Her touch was so delicate, it pushed him to the edge, making his body tense.

The veins in his neck bulged as he struggled to hold himself together.

Yet, he let out a small laugh.

Was she being serious right now?

Who the heck is this innocent anymore? Sure, she had an overprotective brother and a mother who didn't like her having friends around.

Morticia was a nerd-barely leaving the house, barely using the internet, and barely interacting with anyone except Rhea, him, and Vincent.

But calling his cõck a banana? That was both frustrating and hilarious.

"Klaus? Are you alright?" she...