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"Like telling you that I’ve spent the last forty-five minutes watching you talk to a houseplant because I was too scared to come over here."

"I don't want to be the guy who says this at a party," Sam whispered, stepping into her space until she could smell the mint he’d chewed to hide the beer. "But I think I’ve been in love with you since tenth-grade geometry. And I’m tired of pretending I’m not." drunk teen sex

The air in Leo’s basement smelled like cheap watermelon vodka and damp concrete, a scent that would forever be the fragrance of seventeen. "Like telling you that I’ve spent the last

When he kissed her, it tasted like salt and bad decisions and the terrifying, beautiful realization that Monday morning was going to be very, very complicated. But for now, with the bass shaking the walls and the watermelon vodka humming in their veins, they were the only two people who existed. When he kissed her, it tasted like salt

He laughed, a low sound that caught in the humid air. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her knee. It was a small gesture, but in the hazy logic of the basement, it felt like a tectonic shift.