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"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?"

"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

"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." "Right