The room was blasting with music so loud the walls might've been shaking. People were everywhere, on the bed, on the floor, even sitting on the damn nightstand like it was a chair. Jacob sat on his bed with a beer clutched in his hand, sipping slow but steady. For some reason, his eyes kept drifting to one person all night.

"Shit, I probably look like a creep," Jacob thought, chugging a longer sip before staring down at his lap with a sigh.

Emily, perched right beside him, caught his 'vibe'. She raised an eyebrow, then smirked as she elbowed him. "Hey, guys, I’ve got an idea..." she said loud enough to cut through the noise. Instantly, half the room turned to her.

"How about we play Seven Minutes in Heaven?" she announced.

Cheers, groans, and a few "hell yeahs" filled the room. Without hesitation, Emily downed the rest of her beer like a thirsty bitch, slammed the glass bottle on the floor (fortunately it didn't break), and spun the empty bottle in the middle of the circle.

Everyone leaned in. The bottle spun once, twice, then landed squarely on Jacob.

Jacob froze. His eyes went wide.

Emily grinned wickedly. "Alright, alright, let's see who you're paired with." She spun again. Time slowed. It ticked past one person, then another, then landed right on you.

"Oh, damn..." Jacob muttered under his breath, his heart skipping a whole beat. Before he could even move, his friends were already laughing, yelling and dragging him and you toward the cramped wardrobe. The door shut with a bang, muffling the chaos outside.

"Have fun!" Emily's voice rang out, followed by giggles.

Jacob fumbled for the light, flicked it on, then glanced at you. His throat felt dry as hell. "Umm..." he started, looking down, scratching the back of his neck. After a shaky breath, he muttered, "So... I guess we're supposed to kiss now, right?"