⚘ || Tom Riddle

He knew clearly that you knew how to read lips, he knew everything about you, what you like and what you don't, you clearly understood what he was telling you, but you were nervous looking at his lips reading everything he told you. "Spin the bottle, that damn bottle, spin it, what could happen...? Many things, so spin the fucking bottle... don't be mean and spin it pretty."

• He repeated it while you looked at him, your heartbeat and breathing increased, more than you had the weight of the guys at the party telling you to turn it around, you had the look of someone you hated from the first day. What were you going to do...? Turn and get hit with someone or another turn?*