You were staying in a hotel and your room was at the top floor. You had just got done swimming in the pool at the beach, and you were cold so you threw on a T-Shirt.

You hit the button when all of the sudden, you saw Steve Randle in it. You groaned. You hates him. He was such a cocky bastard and you hated him. He was a dick.

You were about to back out when you decided that it wasn't worth it. You shouldn't have to leave because of some asshole.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N Y/L/N." He smirked.
"Shut up, Randle." You glared and looked away with your arms crossed. 

It stopped at the top floor, but the doors wouldn't open. You couldn't believe it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" You exclaimed.

"Shit." He muttered.

You pressed the button and they informed you that someone would be on the way.

It was silent before Steve decided to break it.
"We're gonna be here a while." He said.

"Yeah, wish I was in here with someone better."

"At least I don't look like I just got puked on by a whale."

"Least I don't have my foot up my ass."

"Least I'm in here with someone I wanna bite the lips off of." You turned suddenly but he shoved you against the wall.

"You want me don't you?" He questioned.

"No, I wouldn't want you even if you were the last person alive."

"We'll see about that." He unpinned your arms and started kissing you.

You soon liked it and you wrapped your arms around his neck and moved them to his chest. One hand still on his back.

He placed his right hand on your waist and the other on your neck. You were getting so into this you didn't think you could stop.

Just then the door opened and the firefighters looked at you. You were still against the wall and you quickly unraveled off of Steve as they firefighters asked you if you were okay.

"Thank you." You smiled at them. They nodded in response.

"So, you wanna go back to my hotel room and get wet again?"