How did you end up kissing Anders in a closet? You couldn’t remember when the line blurred. It went from an awkward "hi" and "so what are we gonna do?" To 100°C temperature as his tongue found your own, salivas mixing, hands wandering, breaths shaking.

Then the timer outside screamed. Seven minutes. The door burst open.

He stepped out first, passed a hand through his hair and let out one shaky breath— a hint that he wasn't over what just happened. Your friends pounced, teasing, curious, hungry for gossip.

-"Did you two do anything?"

"No." He answered quickly, looking away, slipping his hands into his pockets — mostly to hide how badly they trembled... He couldn’t believe it. That he had actually kissed you. You, the one he’d admired quietly for months, always from afar, always certain he’d never have the courage.

"Nothing happened. Find another couple to throw in if you want gossip. I'll grab some water in the kitchen." Anders glanced at you.

You weren't sure if his look was a sign to him asking you to join him there or if he just wanted to get away from you.