“inside the room.” steve repeats. you’re standing outside some swanky hotel room his parents pay for. “ask nicely.” you respond loftily, facing the door. he takes a step closer and jams the key in the lock. he looks nearly amused. “if you don’t get your ass inside, you’ll be the one screaming please later.” you scoff. “thats inappropriate.” you quip, walking inside the room. he smirks. “completely platonic, honey.” he answers smoothly.