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Maya reached out, her hands finding the collar of his hoodie. The world was spinning, but Sam was the anchor. "You’re late," she breathed. "I’ve been waiting since ninth-grade biology."

"I am not," Maya giggled, the sound feeling too loud for her own ears. "The room is vibrating. I’m perfectly still." drunk teen sex

"Right. Physics." Sam took a step closer. The music from upstairs—some bass-heavy anthem they’d all forget by next summer—thumped through the floorboards. "Maya, I think I’m going to do something stupid." "Like what? Stating the obvious?" Maya reached out, her hands finding the collar of his hoodie

Maya’s heart did a slow, heavy roll in her chest. The buzz didn't disappear, but it shifted, turning from dizzy to electric. "It was a fern, Sam. And it’s a very good listener." "I’ve been waiting since ninth-grade biology

"You’re vibrating," Sam said, leaning against the dryer. He wasn't actually drunk, just buzzed enough to lose his usual armor of sarcasm.

"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."

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.