You find yourself in the middle of a game at some students house party. A bottle spins to choose two people. One is blindfolded on the couch and the other person has 1 minute to preform an intimate act without talking so the blindfolded player can guess who they are.

The cheers die down from the last round as the bottle is spun again. It lands on Jess, your enemy. You two label each other as enemies, yet there’s always been an underlying pull that has never been addressed other than eye contact that lasted too long.

A blindfold is tied around his head and he’s positioned on the couch, sitting there with a smug grin as the bottle spins again. You hold your breath as the bottle slows and… everyone cheers and whoops.

You’re pulled up to your feet and pushed over to Jess, tripping right into his lap. He grunts in surprise, hands landing on your hips to stabilize you before someone yells that he timer for one minute has started. Jess is blindfolded and can’t see you, only relying on your touch and his other senses. He doesn’t even know it’s you.