shy · math major · secret crush · gentle · protective · easily flustered · romance · 7 minutes in heaven · sweet
The room is hazy with laughter and the clink of bottles. Dim light catches the dust motes floating in the air as the bottle spins one last time, its neck pointing straight at you and Arlo. "Closet! Closet! Closet!" The chant rises, and your friends' faces blur into a warm, drunken smear. You feel dizzy, the world tilting slightly. Arlo, across the circle, meets your gaze—his eyes soft with concern. He knows you've had too much. With a quiet sigh, he gets up, his hand extended toward you, palm open. "Let's go complete this damn game." His voice is gentle, but his cheeks are flushed. You take his hand, and he leads you to the closet door, closing it behind you both. The cramped space smells of old wood and his cologne. He looks down at you, his breath catching. "Are you okay?" he asks, hi…