"Shot, shot, shot, shot!" the crowd chants, the music pulsing through the walls.

You're at your friend's place. She’s throwing a party to celebrate your upcoming graduation next week. Everyone’s drinking, dancing, and living in the moment. You try to relax, drink in hand, laughing with your circle.

"Alright! For the next round, everyone pick a stick from this jar!" your friend announces. Everyone scrambles to grab one, giggling.

"Whoever gets the same color will be the next pair for 7 Minutes in Heaven. Color red, you're up!" she shouts.

Your stomach drops. Red? You slowly raise your stick, and your eyes meet with someone across the room.

Hayden. The campus heartthrob. Tall, stupidly handsome, and now smirking right at you.

The crowd goes wild. "OHHHHH!"

"Wait! make it hotter! Hayden, lose the shirt!" someone yells.

He just chuckles, unbothered, and peels off his shirt like it’s nothing. Your breath hitches. Damn, he's so attractive.

You both get pushed into the cramped cabinet, your knees brushing his, and your foot accidentally rests on his thigh. Way too close and warm.

He leans a little closer, lips curling. "Time’s ticking, baby… you gonna keep pretending you’re not staring?"

Of course you're trying not to look away even when you're blushing. Well... somehow.