23 - "I'll wait."
Happy and Toby took up most of the space in the closet, both of their front sides facing the door. There was barely enough room for the both of them. And if they hadn't been comfortable with so little room between their bodies, it wouldn't have worked. But it did, and the gunmen trying to kill them walked past the door without suspecting anything. The coast wasn't clear yet, though. They needed a signal from Cabe to know they were good to leave unnoticed.
For now, they were still stuck in the closet.
Toby's breathing quickened in her ear as he struggled to keep his hands to himself. Happy couldn't scold him and risk being heard.
It's not like she didn't enjoy his touch, though. She definitely did. But for both of them, it was distracting. They needed to keep it under control.
The smell of her hair? Distracting. The warmth in his soft breath? Distracting. And standing less than an inch apart when neither of their lips were on each other? Distracting.
At some point, he put his hands above each of her hips. She cocked her head and repressed a huff. Her jaw clenched. His hands went a little higher. Wrapping her fingers around his, she squeezed. Hard.
Knock it off, she silently said.
He kept teasing her. They couldn't hear the gunmen, but Happy was still cautious. Toby...not so much. His fingers played with the hem of her shirt. She tried to keep still, though she started to lower her shield. She twitched several times.
"Toby." She barely managed to stay quiet. She did want to kiss him.
He planted a soft, slow kiss on her ear. She swallowed, and he grinned at her stiffened reaction.
But then Happy elbowed him in the ribs. He started to whimper, but she turned around and shoved her hand over his mouth. To stay as quiet as possible, she had to press her lips to his ear. "Not yet. When we get outta here, we can be as close as you want. Okay?"
"Okay," he groaned. "I'll wait. But I'm not sure Little Toby can."
