iamthefirechild:
Summer finds an excuse to loiter around the specified closet ten minutes later — she’s curious how far Phil might take this.
Phil rounds the corner, keys in hand. He unlocks the closet door, steps inside, pulls Summer in behind him and shuts said door, pressing her up against him. “You play chicken with me, you’re going to lose.” he smirked.
She grins up at him, hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket. “Chicken, is it? I don’t mind losing that game. Let’s don’t get caught, though.” Taking his keys away, she fumbles them onto a shelf behind her.