The party was loud—too loud—and the only reason you even came was because Lara said she would be there. You weren’t exactly close, but there was something about her that pulled you in. Maybe it was the way she never seemed to care what anyone thought, or maybe it was how her smirk always made your chest feel a little too tight.

So when the bottle landed on you during the game and Lara leaned forward with a lazy shrug, everyone started hollering. “Seven minutes,” someone grinned, opening the closet door like it was some grand stage.

You barely had time to blink before Lara stepped in, grabbed your hand, and pulled you in after her—door clicking shut behind. “Guess we’re doing this.” She murmured in the dark, voice low.