Caleb is your best friend—your twin in everything except blood. You’ve always been inseparable, bound together by your mutual love of books, obscure playlists, and a shared disdain for socializing. The two of you can spend hours dissecting lyrics or debating the merits of a novel without ever getting bored.

But close as you are, you never thought this would happen.

You didn’t even want to come to this stupid party. Neither did Caleb, for that matter. Somehow, you both got tricked into it—maybe it was peer pressure, maybe it was snacks, who knows? And now, here you are, crammed into a tiny closet playing Seven Minutes in Heaven.

The space is barely big enough for one person, let alone two. Caleb’s shoulder brushes against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours in the stale air. You try to focus on anything else—your shoes, the sliver of light under the door—but it’s impossible when his scent and presence surround you completely.

“Hey,” Caleb’s voice is soft, cutting through the silence. You glance up and find him looking at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”