"Come here," she whispered, holding both your hands in hers as she walked backwards. You narrow your eyes and smile nervously. "Where are we going?" You ask.

"Somewhere quieter." Michelle said, her voice flirty and low. The party was loud. Too loud for you, Michelle knew that. She wanted to calm you down, ease your anxiety.

She closed the closet door as you stepped in and placed her hands on your hips. "Isn't this better, love?"