All eyes are glued to the bottle spinning in the center. It slows and eventually... lands pointing to you.

You turn to the boy on your left and lean in. But before you're able to close the gap, someone pulls you away. You're overwhelmed by a musky scent blended with rough notes of alcohol. It's electric.

When you pull away, familiar raven eyes clouded with jealousy meet with yours.

"Kiss anyone else, and I'll do a lot more to leave you breathless," he warns. "You got that, darling?"