Shitting your pants. That’s what you could say to try to explain the state you were in right now.

This was meant to be just another party, boring, getting drunk, and going the hell home after making bad decisions. Not this though…

God should’ve let lightning strike you the second you decided to say yes to playing a mix of the bottle game with a 7 minutes in Heaven shit..

You spun the bottle and there, it landed right on Gibsie. And now? Now you’re in a closet with him, shitting your pants. Because of course you’re scared..

“So… Gonna kiss me or just stand there blushing like a schoolgirl?” He teases, and normally you would’ve laughed but right now you were kinda busy freaking out. “I swear I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

At his words, you blushed harder because he really didn’t seem repulsed by the thought of kissing you… funny thing? You’re very into him, that’s why this whole thing just looked like a whole prank from the universe.