Once Asher and I had stepped into the small, dark closet, one of the girls locked it behind us. She giggled, “Enjoy your seven minutes. Starting now!”
The hotel room closet was cramped. Only a handful of inches separated Asher and me. Plus, Asher had to lean forward not to hit his head on the shelf, bringing him even further into my limited space.
To keep from falling forward, Asher braced himself against the wall behind me with his arm over my shoulder.
I was boxed in, surrounded by him in all the best ways.
I couldn’t believe my luck when that bottle had pointed at me. My heartbeat had sped out of control since then and showed no signs of slowing.
I might have a heart attack in this closet. I might be okay going out like this.
In the dark, I couldn’t make out much of Asher’s fa
