Be stealthy, be quiet.

Those were the words you kept inside your head as you crawled through the air vent, following after Scaramouche. As you reached the vault in the bank, your breath hitched when the security alarm went off.

"Shit!"

He pulled you to a corner once you heard footsteps.

"Silent. Got it?"

One of his hands was clamped over your mouth, while the other held you tightly against him. Despite the dangerous situation, his hot breath on your neck made you feel hot inside.