dan

the weather is not as forgiving as it was a few days ago even though it's mid-july. it's cloudy and windy, and everything that i don't like while i'm taking the bus, the nature doing everything in it's wit to mess up my hair that i already am not very fond of.

the hallways are dark and silent as usual, the only difference being that i can't hear the sharp click of roslyn's heels or hear her talking quietly into her phone with a clipboard in her hands. i grab a cup of coffee from the front reception that i've come to be thankful for because i barely have time in the morning to have breakfast, and continue walking towards phil's office.

it's eight forty five on the analog in my phone which means i'm fifteen minutes late, and i quickly make my way to phil's office, taking a deep breath and pushing it open slightly, causing it to creak a little and making both phil and roslyn turn their heads to watch me.

"we'll talk about this later," phil's lips are pulled in a thin line, frustration evident on his face and when i look over at roslyn, her expression isn't very different. i don't enter the room, i just pull my sleeves into my fists and wait impatiently for something to happen.

roslyn and phil exchange glares and a minute later roslyn puffs out a deep sigh, pushing past me and walking down the hallway, leaving me awkwardly standing by the door and phil still standing in the room, running his hand through his hair, pushing the black mess out of his eyes and back off his forehead.

"why are you standing there? come inside," phil beckons dismissively, his tone slightly impatient and i nod, keeping my untouched coffee on the cluttered table and closing the door behind me.

there is an awkward silence in the room, while phil flips over a random file and i move my hands to the strap of my bag, pulling it tighter around my shoulders.

"how are you feeling now?" he breaks the silence awkwardly and i just shrug in response before i realise he's not looking at me.

"fine," i bite my lip before speaking. "so, what are we doing today?" i ask him, raising my eyebrows in question and he turns to face me slightly before checking the time on his phone.

"you have practice with rebecca for two hours and then we're going to work on the instrumental of that song you played the other day," his tone is uncomfortably professional, and i purse my lips, nodding. i decide to grab the unattended coffee once again, bringing it to my lips, and it makes an annoying slurping sound which makes phil turn around and look at me with an irritated expression.

"s-sorry," i wipe the back of my mouth with my sleeve, my cheeks heating from embarrassment and he just sighs, shutting the file and leaning against the table behind him.

"come here," his voice is softer now and i tilt my head to the side in confusion.

"what?"

"come here," he says, more firmly, and i take another sip of the coffee before placing it on the circular table, walking over and standing in front of him, unsure what to do.

i can feel the heat pooling in my cheeks once his fingers hook in the loops of my jeans and he pulls me to him, winding his arms around my waist so i'm standing in between his legs.

"what are you doing?" i stammer, and he doesn't answer me, he just leans forward and presses his lips against my jaw, soft wet kisses trailing down my neck, and i can physically feel the goosebumps raise on my skin.

"is this okay?" he pulls me closer, sucking on the skin slightly and i can't do anything but nod my head, my fingers digging in his shoulders as his teeth graze the skin softly, a restricted moan waiting to fall out of my lips.

i can feel the temperature raising rapidly in the small office as my heart races wildly, and i'm afraid phil can hear each and every thump. my hands are shaky when they reach up to grip his hair, and he stands up, lips still attached to my neck and he presses my back against the unorganised bookshelf.

i'm ashamed to say that i moaned.

he laughs softly at the sound, his hands trailing down my waist and he digs his fingers into my hips, pulling me closer.

"you're so pretty," his voice is different, much more deeper and a lot less loud. he removes his mouth from my neck and my breathing is already hard enough, but when his hand moves up to cup my cheek gently, i nearly lose it.

his lips are really close to mine, i can almost taste the mint in his mouth, but before anything can happen there's a knock on the door and phil moves away from me in a hurry, sitting casually in the chair before he fixes his hair.

"come in,"

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