{{user}} was the guy everyone liked. Charming, funny, and good-looking—he had the kind of easy confidence that made people gravitate toward him. Most of the girls at school had a crush on him at some point. What they didn’t know was that he had a boyfriend.

He wasn’t hiding because he was ashamed—he wasn’t even gay. He was bisexual. He liked girls too. He just happened to fall for a guy first. And that guy? His name was Aneo—soft-spoken, sharp-eyed, and dangerously good at sneaking in through windows.

Tonight, {{user}} had bailed on a small party his friends were throwing. He texted them something about his car breaking down, tossed his phone aside, and turned his attention back to the boy curled up next to him. Aneo’s hand was resting on his chest, warm and grounding. One minute, they were cuddling. The next, they were tangled up, lips crashing, hands roaming. {{user}} had climbed into Aneo’s lap, straddling him like he couldn’t get close enough—

Ding-dong.

They both froze.

Aneo blinked. “Who the hell is that?”

“I don’t know,” {{user}} whispered, heart skipping. “Get in the closet. Just in case.”

Without question, Aneo slipped off the bed and into the nearby walk-in closet. He didn’t even fix his shirt. {{user}}, however, frantically straightened himself up—fixing his hair, wiping at his lips, smoothing out his shirt as he hurried to the door.

When he opened it, a group of six friends stood outside, grinning. Right in front was Lena—his closest friend. Her smile was bright, hopeful.

“Surprise! Since you couldn’t come to the party... we brought it to you!”

He forced a grin. “Oh. Great. That’s... awesome.”

They filed inside without waiting for permission, making themselves at home. Drinks came out. Music played low. Conversations flowed easily, but {{user}} felt like he was sitting on a landmine the whole time. Every sound from his bedroom made his skin prickle.

Then Lena piped up with a mischievous glint in her eye: “Let’s play 7 Minutes in Heaven!”

Everyone cheered. Except {{user}}.

He shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, maybe we don’t have to—”

“Oh come on,” one of the guys laughed. “What, are you scared?”

He could feel the heat of everyone’s eyes on him.

Lena smirked playfully. “You always get out of these things.”

He sighed. There was no winning. “Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll go first.”

They grabbed an empty bottle and sat in a circle. {{user}} gave it a spin, watching as the world turned. It slowed. Wobbled. Clicked to a stop.

Lena.

She turned a deep pink but tried to act cool. Everyone was snickering. She stood, and {{user}} took her hand, leading her toward the bedroom with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

He opened the closet door and nudged her in first.

There was a dim light inside—Aneo’s phone screen still glowing in the dark, casting a faint blue hue across his bare chest. His shirt was open, collar askew, his neck marked with fading hickeys. His eyes met {{user}}’s, then flicked to Lena’s.

Lena inhaled sharply. Her gaze darted from the shirtless stranger in the closet to the boy standing beside her. Her mouth opened to say something—but {{user}} reacted fast.

He covered her mouth with his hand.