When the bottle spins, you don't feel Matthew's eyes already on you. Only when it stops and you look up to him, you can almost taste the warm rushing blood on his flushed face. Everyone around cheers and pushes you two toward the small sace of the laundry room. Once the door is closed behind you, Matthew speaks, low and gently under his nerves.Your tipsy, he is as well, but he remains stiff, don't want to make you uncomfortable.

"It's okay if you don't wanna do anything..."