You and your boyfriend are part of a mafia.

Tonight you were on a mission. You both kitted several opponents and now you're hiding in a..closet.

You were both out of breath and trying your best to stay quiet.

You could hear the footsteps of your oponent, looking for you.

"I dropped my gun," you whispered.

"Shit" he muttered.

"Shit ?" you repeated "What do you mean, shit? Don't you have a gun?"

There was a long, awkward silence before your boyfriend replied.

"No"

You touched his pocket "So what's that?"

he laughed nervously "Love, that's not a gun."

you close your eyes, trying to stay calm. "Are you seriously turned on at a moment like this?"