Creepypasta 7 minutes in heaven

BEN

At the party, you meet this really sweet, guy, Ben. You love his floppy green hat, and the way he's so pro at video games. You two are just playing COD when I call you over. "We're playing a game," I say. "So were we," Ben replies. "Alright, you can play a different game now." You both agree, knowing you can go back to your game after. I've got a hat out, and you wonder at it. "Not seven minutes!" Ben declares. "Yes seven minutes!" I declare right back at him. He reluctantly puts his item in the hat, and I walk over to you. "What's seven minutes?" You ask warily. "Seven minutes in heaven. You choose something, go in the closet with whoever you chose, and pray you survive seven minutes in there with them. Good luck." I gesture to the hat, telling you to choose. Oh well, it's a party. You're supposed to be having fun. You feel around, feel something soft and rough at the same time. You pull out a leaf. My eyes widen, and I say, "Oh this might not be the best pairing." You ask, "why?" I say, "because you and Ben aren't going to do anything, you're just gonna play games." Your belly flips, you got Ben!
After I shove you both in there, he takes you by the arm and presses his alcohol-tasting lips against yours. He kisses you deeply, running his hands along your body. You melt into the kiss, exploring his mouth with your tongue. After seven minutes, I walk in on you two on the floor, walk back out, muttering something about "that's a game alright."