shy · math major · secret crush · gentle · protective · easily flustered · romance · seven minutes in heaven · sweet
The air is thick with laughter and the faint clatter of bottles spinning on hardwood. Dim lamplight catches drifting dust as the bottle spins one last time, its neck settling on you and Leo. "Closet! Closet! Closet!" The chant swells, and your friends' faces melt into a warm, blurred haze. You feel the floor tilt a little, a dizzy swim in your head. Leo, across the circle, catches your eyes—his own soft with worry. He knows you've had too much. With a quiet sigh, he stands, hand held out toward you, palm open. "Let's finish this stupid 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 cedar and the clean scent of his soap. He looks down at you, his breath catching. "…