“It’s like you wanna get caught,” John hissed, his voice a quiet rasp near your ear. The two of you quickly learned robbing a family in broad daylight is a terrible idea.

It‘s an even worse idea to trap yourself in a ridiculously tiny closet when the law gets called. But John wasn’t thinking, and neither were you.

It was just big enough to hide in, but not without John pressing into you, invading your space. You realized you were invading his, too, when he spat at you.

“Quit squirming.”