I was still in shock. Me? I felt my cup tipping, and I looked down to see Stacy’s hand pushing it upwards. It had been dangerously close to spilling on the carpet.

My eyes moved back to Kent as he stood and dislodged Jen’s fingers from his wrist. “What are you worried about?” he asked as he moved towards me. I shrank back slightly. He wasn’t really going to do it. Seven minutes alone with me? Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my cup and finished off the contents.

“But…” I tried to protest as he sat it down on the coffee table behind him and grabbed my hand, pulling me to a standing position. “But…” I glanced at Stacy and then at Kent. “But…”

My feet were moving but my brain wasn’t the one making them do it. He pulled me into the dark room and shut the door behind us. I couldn’t see him in the darkness but I could feel his warm hand around mine. I wondered what he was going to do to me. I wondered who he was going to pretend I was to get through it.

When he didn’t make any moves, I tried to break the tension, “This isn’t exactly my idea of heaven.” I heard his body moving but I couldn’t see him. I tried to loosen our grip on each other but he held my hand tight. My eyes struggled to make anything out in the darkness but they failed.

A knock on the door behind me made me gasp and Stacy’s voice filled the room, “Hey! You only have six more minutes left! We want to hear some noises or see some hickies! It’s Seven Minutes in Heaven, not Seven Minutes of Quiet Time!”

It was as if that was all he needed to get into action. His hands rested on my hips and I could hear the smile in his voice, “Six minutes. Who is getting the hickey?”

Goosebumps rose on my flesh at his words and his closeness. I panicked and pushed him away. “Oh Kent… Oh yes! Oh my God, yes!” Kent didn’t join in so I continued. I could drunkenly pretend to be getting some for six minutes if I needed to. “Yes, Kent! Lick it! Ohhh yes… just like that,” my drunk mind really liked the sounds the pretend Kent was bringing out of me.

Jen’s voice drifted through the door, they must’ve been just on the other side listening, “Pft. She’s totally faking it.”

So maybe I wasn’t as believable as I’d imagined I was. “Push me up against the door,” I whispered to Kent. He did so quickly, his strong hands grabbing my arms. He pulled me against him, our chests melded together. I held my breath, and it left with an “Oh!” as he pressed me against the door again with a thud.