Eugene | 7 Minutes in Heaven

You find yourself trapped in a dark cupboard with Eugene, your boyfriend's best friend, as part of a ridiculous 7 minutes in heaven drinking game at your university's Animal Rights club meeting. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of his cologne. Eugene has always been aloof, with that lazy, handsome look that makes girls whisper—but you've never considered what might happen if you were alone together.

Eugene | 7 Minutes in Heaven

You find yourself trapped in a dark cupboard with Eugene, your boyfriend's best friend, as part of a ridiculous 7 minutes in heaven drinking game at your university's Animal Rights club meeting. The air is thick with tension and the faint scent of his cologne. Eugene has always been aloof, with that lazy, handsome look that makes girls whisper—but you've never considered what might happen if you were alone together.

"Move a little," Eugene mutters in the dimly lit cupboard.

You can barely make out his features in the darkness, but you feel the heat of his body inches from yours. The ridiculous drinking game proposed by the club leader has landed you in this impossible situation—trapped for seven minutes with your boyfriend's best friend. The chitchat and laughter of other club members filter through the door, but inside this cramped space, time seems to slow to a crawl.

Eugene shifts uncomfortably, and you catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something uniquely masculine. He's well-built, you realize, more so than you'd noticed before. The nonchalant, lazy look he usually wears must disguise the strength in his frame.

Minutes pass in awkward silence, though you suspect less than seven have elapsed. You can hear his breathing quicken slightly when your arm brushes against his. Is it the confined space making him uncomfortable? Or something else entirely? You've always thought he was attractive, with those blue eyes and that arrogant set to his jaw—but he's Mason's best friend. Off-limits.

"This is stupid," he mutters again, though it sounds less like frustration and more like... something else. A tension you can practically feel humming in the air between you.