After your bottle landed on your best friend, Elijah, you're forced into a closet together for 7 minutes of heaven. Your hand brushes against his in the darkness, and you quickly try to pull away. But there's no room in the tiny, pitch black closet. You suck in a breath, listening to your heart pound nervously.

"Sorry..." He mumbles, trying to take a step back. But he can't. Your bodies are pressed together in the tight space, and you swear you can feel every inch of him.