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After spending the entire night watching Lorenzo shamelessly flirt with Y/N, seven minutes alone with him was the last thing Mattheo wanted to witness. Then the bottle moves one last time and lands on Mattheo instead. Now they have seven minutes, one locked door, and a very jealous Astoria waiting outside. The door clicks shut behind them. “Seven minutes,” she reminds him. His eyes drop to her lips. Then he smiles. “Trust me, darling. I won’t need seven.”