Trapped Together close too close

ACT 6, SCENE 5: TRAPPED TOGETHER (PART 1)

"YOU THINK HE'S THAT EASY? Huh?!"

Sam's voice echoed closer—"Are they two upstairs? I bet they are..."

Andrew snapped. "Five seconds, Sarah. Hide or be seen."

Without a thought, Sarah grabbed his tie and yanked him behind the bathroom door, slamming it shut. Then, retreating to her room, she froze. No time. No plan.

Meanwhile, Sam stood just outside her bedroom. His hand hovered over the doorknob, voice growing louder. Sarah, flustered but determined, whispered to herself, "Okay Sarah... you can do this."

Just when Sam twisted the knob—click. The bathroom door creaked open. Andrew's hand shot out, gripped Sarah's wrist, and pulled her in. The door shut behind them.

Sarah gasped. Wide-eyed. Speechless.

Her back hit the door. Andrew stepped closer, one hand flat beside her head, caging her in. His face dipped to her level, eyes locked with hers. That smirk. That lift of his brow.

"You think he's that easy? Huh?"

His breath warmed her cheek. Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he heard it.

"He's Sam. I've known him for years," Andrew whispered. "You can't fool him. He sniffs out lies like a bloodhound."

Sarah blinked. He's so close… why is my heart jumping like this? Her throat dried. Her body froze.

Outside, Sam's voice boomed: "Saraaah—Andreww! Where are you both? I know you're hiding!"

He stepped inside her room, hands in his pockets like he owned the place.

Inside the bathroom, Sarah whispered, "Now what? What if he finds out?"

Andrew just chuckled and stepped back.

Sam's voice continued, playful and smug, "Sarah... Andreww~" he sing-songed.

Then flopped on her bed. "Fine, I'm waiting here 'til you both come out."

Sarah blurted from inside, "Andrew isn't here! He's... swimming!"

Andrew chuckled, leaning against the sink. "Terrible liar."

Sam called, "Oh really? Then why's his coat on your armchair?"

Sarah squeaked, "He might have forgotten it?"

Andrew casually pulled out his phone, typing: Lian. Handle Sam. Now.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket. "See? Easy."

Sarah exhaled, finally. Andrew watched her—this version of her. Not scared. Not crying. Just... her.

But before the relief could settle—a cockroach skittered near her foot.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2...

Teaser for Part 2 – "How Close is Too Close?" 

> Trapped. Breathless. One heartbeat away from crossing the line.

> He caged her like a storm waiting to crack.

Her fingers clutched his shirt. His breath ghosted her lips.

And then—

A cockroach.

A scream.

A pull.

Her face slammed into his chest. His scent, heat, heartbeat—all around her.

> "You wanted to accompany that little creature?"

His voice—smooth, teasing, and too close.

> Her cheeks? Crimson.

His grip? Unshaken.

His smirk? Illegal.

> Outside, Sam grinned like the devil. Inside, Andrew burned like one.

> But if this is how she reacts now…

What will she do when he stops holding back?