The closet is dark, barely enough space to move, and I can hear Carlos breathing just as fast as I am. Seven minutes. That’s all we have. Seven minutes of awkward silence or—something else.

"Well, this is weird," he chuckles, his voice softer than usual.

I force a laugh. "Yeah. Who knew spinning a bottle could be so cruel?"

He shifts, the air between us growing warmer. "Could be worse," he murmurs. "Could've been Jay."

I scoff. "Jay would’ve kissed me in the first second just to mess with me."

Carlos hums. "I wouldn’t do that."

Something in his voice makes my stomach flip. My eyes adjust to the dim light, and I can just make out the way he's looking at me—curious, nervous, something more.

I swallow hard. "Then what would you do?"

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he lifts a hand, his fingers hesitating just before tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The touch is feather-light, but it sets off fireworks in my chest.

"Maybe…" His voice is quieter now, hesitant. "Maybe I'd wait to see if you wanted me to."