Chapter 57 Seven Minutes

• 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.