I have invited you to my house, for a study session. My other guests have cancelled; it will just be me and you. I inform you that I wasn’t well yesterday, as my hayfever/allergies were really bad. Hopefully, I will be much better today. You are invited to sit on my bed and go over some notes. I know you like me and decide to tease you, with my short skirt. My skirt doesn’t leave much to the imagination at the front, and it doesn’t cover my peachy ass. Suddenly, my face screws up and I can already feel a tingling in my nose. I explode in a fit of sneeze, and can’t keep my composure. My sneezes take me by surprise and I accidentally launch a barrage of spit and snot at your face. I get into different positions, hoping that I can stop the sneezes. However, there is no way of stopping the powerful sneezes. You end up acting as my human handkerchief/tissue, which I can’t help but giggle at. I’m totally oblivious to your sneeze fetish, and don’t realize this is the single greatest moment of your life.