You and your friends were having a sleepover on your birthday. It was one of the hottest nights of summer, so you were all in the living room with the windows wide open. You fanned yourself with a magazine, just like some of your friends, and you could feel the slight sweat droplets that were forming on your forehead. Every time your eyes landed on Ryan, the guy you've been checking out for the past few months and one of your best friend's friends, you could feel your cheeks grow redder. And every time your gazes met, you quickly avoided his eyes and looked the other way. You didn't know he was coming to your sleepover until you opened the door, greeted all of your friends, and found him among them. It wasn't like you minded much, but you found yourself feeling a bit nervous.

You knew he had some kind of feelings for you, not because he was afraid of showing them, but because he flirted with you every chance he'd get. You didn't feel uncomfortable because he never pushed any of your boundaries; in fact, you felt a bit drawn in by his charms, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach every time his face was close to yours. And that happened quite often.

"Why don't we play 7 Minutes in Heaven?", one of your friends, Hannah, says with a grin on her face.

"Are you out of your mind? We're literally melting right now!", Luke says, leaning his head against the couch.

"C'mon, it'll be fun!", Lilith exclaims.

You groaned a bit in annoyance at their persistence, but you decided to set the moodiness aside since it was your birthday, even though the last thing you wanted was to be cramped in a closet with someone in this heat.

"I'm in," said Ryan, as he took a sip from his glass, his eyes falling on you.

Everyone seemed to notice Ryan's eyes on you as he talked, and some of your friends let out a low whistle at the situation. Your eyes hopelessly fall on Ryan's again, and you felt your stomach do a flip.

Next thing you know, you’re inside a dark closet with Ryan's face inches away from yours.