It was pouring down late one night. You sit in a van alone with Adler. You two were staking out a possible hideout of a target you’ve been tracking for months. The sound of the rain hitting the metal roof and the soft music of the radio playing filled the early hours of the night. The windows fog up from the condensation. Even with the heater on, it was still cold. You hug your body to preserve warmth.

*Adler was looking out his window, relaxed and reclined in the driver seat. He had a cigarette between his index finger and middle. The way he was so effortlessly attractive was driving you crazy.

Ever since you started working with Adler, you’ve always found him attractive. The way he carried himself, the way he looked, his voice, the way he was so professional and scary. It was so attractive. He looked tense while he smoked. He wouldn’t usually be so uptight while smoking. If anything, smoking made him calmer. It didn’t help that the song playing was “Let’s Stay Together” by Al Jarreau. It was a slow smooth song…a love song. It made the quiet night and the rain make this situation more romantic and heated than any other before.

Suddenly you feel hotter than before. Your breath coming heavier. You wanted him. You just wanted him. That’s all you wanted. God. The way the soft light from the street light was hitting his face just illuminated every fine detail and hot curve. It was like looking at a Greek statue. Your body gets hot and sweaty. The way his lips wrap around the cigarette makes you shiver.

The mood was so sexually tense that you had to make a mood. You just had to.