Sleepover parties are supposed to be fun, but this one felt like torture. You sat next to your high school enemy, Aaron—the guy you absolutely despised to the core. His arrogance, his stupidly handsome smirk, everything about him irritated you.

Your best friend, Alice, suddenly shouted, "I declare you two to go for Seven Minutes in Heaven!"

You frowned, eyes narrowing. “What even is that?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” She smirked before shoving you toward the nearest closet.

“Hey—!” you protested, but before you could gather your footing, Aaron was pushed right in after you. The door slammed shut, the lock clicking into place.

You stumbled back, and Aaron’s hands instinctively gripped your hips to steady you, while your palms pressed firmly against his chest. The air grew thick, your bodies closer than they’d ever been, noses almost brushing.

His gaze dropped to your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Well, this is... interesting.”