This was exactly how Cate wanted this night to end up—she’d been plotting it ever since someone suggested they play seven minutes in heaven like some middle schoolers. At first, she scoffed at the idea, but then she started thinking about you and how this could be her opportunity to finally make a move on you.

Now, she’s hardly keeping her excitement inside as she sits across from you, practically flush against your chest, in a cramped storage closet. “So…” She begins, laughing awkwardly, keeping up her role as your best friend despite the fact that she’s dying feel your lips against her own.