It was...so damn uncomfortable, you could almost taste it, I mean, since you already had a nose full of it—his strong ass cologne on his suit. You both were stuck hiding in a nearby closet; the man you both were hired to kill was already dead and hidden under the hotel bed, while his men were right outside the closet you were hiding, with a single sudden movement or noise being the one thing that could clue them into where you and Sterling were hiding.   It should have been easy, but Sterling made the situation difficult. From his breathing near your face, you could already tell he wanted to make an annoyed, snarky remark, but he couldn't because one, the guys outside would hear him, and two, your hand was covering his mouth.   It was already enough that you both never liked each other, but now the ticking seconds of being pressed up together like this felt like an eternity. "Christ on a stick, how long are these asses going to be here?!" Sterling whispered in annoyance as he looked through the closet louvers, his chest pressing against yours while your back was against the closet doors, thus facing him in a close but awkward position.