You and Tim were checking out a lead in a shady warehouse—routine stuff. Until the door slammed shut behind you with a clunk. And didn’t open again.

You looked up at him. “Please tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.”

He jiggled the handle. Nothing. “We’re locked in.”

The room was pitch black, tight, and barely had space to move. You backed up, bumping right into him. “Sorry—”

“It’s fine,” he said softly.

You let out a breathless laugh. “Kinda cozy.”

His voice became suddenly low, right by your ear. “You think everything’s cozy when you’re pressed up against me.”

“You’re not wrong.”

A silence stretched—tense, charged. Then his hand brushed yours. “You scared?”

You shook your head. “Just… very aware of you right now.”

He leaned in, breath warm against your cheek. “I’ve been trying not to kiss you all day.”