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He stumbled toward her, his movements loose and uncoordinated. "Chloe," he slurred, catching her elbow. The music was so loud he had to press his forehead against hers to be heard. "I think… I think I’m actually in love with you."

"Hey," Leo replied. He took a deep breath, his heart racing without the help of a drink. "About last night… I remember what I said. And I’m saying it again, right now, so you know it’s real." druken teen sex

The neon lights of the basement party blurred into a dizzying smear of color as Leo leaned against the cold washing machine. In his hand, a red solo cup felt heavier than it should. Across the room, Chloe was laughing—a sharp, melodic sound that usually felt like home, but tonight, it felt like static. He stumbled toward her, his movements loose and

The next morning, the sun was a jagged blade cutting through Leo’s blinds. His head throbbed with a rhythmic, punishing beat. He reached for his phone, his thumb hovering over Chloe’s name. Memory was a fragmented thing—he remembered the neon, the heat, and the terrifying weight of the word love . "I think… I think I’m actually in love with you

For a second, the party vanished. There was just the smell of cheap cider and the heat of the crowded basement. Chloe reached up, tracing the line of his jaw. "You won’t remember saying it tomorrow," she said, her expression clouding with a sudden, sharp sadness. "And I won’t know if you meant it."

"I am," he admitted, his honesty stripped raw. "But I’m only brave enough to say it when I am. That’s the problem, right?"