"Yes... I want you to leave me alone. I mean it."
The words leave a sickly taste in your mouth and you wash them down with even more wine, aware that the more you drink the more your resolve might weaken but you're not thinking straight.
"Do you tho...
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You keep looking ahead as the lift starts to ascend, trying to ignore the weight of Van's gaze and the way that he's standing so close that you can feel his body heat. You should step away really. Granted there's not much room in the small lift carriage but if you moved forward even one step it would make things more bearable. You stay right where you are though, torturing yourself with notions of what might happen if you pushed your hips back into his and elongated your neck so that he could trail hot, wet kisses up it. You can almost feel the sensation of his soft lips dragging over your skin and you squeeze your thighs together surreptitiously.
It's lust that's all it is! Nothing more!
Your mind blares at you and you glance over at the control panel to see that you're approaching the fifth floor with no signs of stopping. A loud mechanical clunk followed by a scraping sound emanates from up above you and you look up, nervously eyeing the hatch on the ceiling.
"Fucking hate lifts," you grumble, quickly looking down on to the floor. There's even mirrors on the ceiling for god's sake. All these reflections should give the illusion of a larger space but it just makes everything feel all the more suffocating. There's images of you and Van wherever you look, reminding you of how alone the two of you are and how close he is to you. The fact that if you turned around your lips could be on his in a heartbeat, your bodies pressed up tightly together.
Stop it Y/N!
"Think they're pretty cool actually. Something kinda hot about them don't you think? All these mirrors too... It'd be a great place to fuck..."
He trails off and you glance up at his reflection, see the smirk curve his lips. Heat instantly floods your cheeks and between your legs, but you huff haughtily, shaking your head. "You should bring Sophie back in here later then. Sure she'd love that!"
"But I don't want Sophie, you know that."
His voice is low, his eyes dark and swirling with determination. You force your gaze downwards to the floor, afraid to look at him for too long, your heart racing. You need to be strong just for a little bit longer and then you'll be out of this lift and away from temptation.
"What the hell are you doing still with her anyway?" You snap. "You say you don't want her but then here you are, stringing her along!" You laugh bitterly. "Oh that's just you all over isn't it Van? You really don't give a shit about anyone but yourself, do you?"
Before he can respond the lift shudders and jolts to a stop. You sway slightly where you stand, brushing the back of your body against Van's, looking up at the door expectantly. The lights flicker ominously, dulling and brightening a few times before a sharp grinding sound comes from above your heads.
"What the fuck?" You blurt, frustration with an edge of anxiety in your voice. You weren't lying when you said that you hated lifts. The thought of being stuck in a small, enclosed, airless space is enough to send you into a blind panic, but you try to keep calm, reasoning with yourself that you're not actually stuck, the doors are just taking a while to open. You glance again at the control panel to see that floor number ten is illuminated and you reach out a hand to jab impatiently at the door controls.
