Bianca
“Seven minutes in heaven,” a woman in a red dress announced to the room, holding up an empty wine bottle. “Who’s feeling nostalgic tonight?”
I stiffened immediately. They had said the game would be geared toward couples, but seven minutes in heaven? Was this woman serious? I’d expected charades or something, not a game for horny teenagers.
But the other guests seemed thrilled with the idea. Some of them were already moving furniture to create a circle in the center of the parlor, while others refilled their drinks in preparation.
I leaned closer to Isaac. “If either of us has to spin the bottle, let’s aim for the other. And we’ll just stand in the closet for seven minutes,” I whispered.
Isaac turned to look at me, one eyebrow slightly raised. “Right. We’ll just s
