Samuel lay down on his bed languidly, with his legs crossed.
He patted the side of his bed repetitively and squinted his eyes. "Don't you want to come up here, sweetie?"
Luna snorted inwardly. She sat down on his bed with her eyes still staring at him.
Luna kneeled down beside him and asked reluctantly, "Where do you need a massage?"
Samuel propped up his upper body and stared at her face. "Sweetie, I told..."
Luna slapped his abs before he finished his words. "Stop calling me that!"
Samuel hissed and realized he was in danger.
Luna glanced at him. "Call me Luna."
Samuel asked, "Do you have a propensity for violence?"
Luna shook her head. "No"
"Then why did you hit me? Or did you hit me because you love me?"
Luna was fuming. "Seriously? How old are you?"
Samuel kept quiet and lay down. "Here, here and here. Thank you." He pointed at his abdomen, waist, and chest.
