"Stop moving so much..." Dan Heng whispered. Your bodies were pressed against each other, his knee between your thighs, his warm breath brushing against your ear.

Curse March for shoving the two of you into this cramped closet.

The three of you were playing spin the bottle, and whoever the bottle lands on has to spend 7 minutes together inside the closet.

It's just 7 minutes in a closet with Dan Heng, it can't be that bad. Right?