"Do I? Because every time we’re at one of these things, you’re 'just friends' with someone else."
The humid Georgia air was thick with the scent of pine and cheap cologne as Maya stepped onto the porch of the lakeside cabin. In North Georgia, "party" usually meant a bonfire, a truck tailgate, and enough drama to fuel a soap opera. Maya wasn't looking for drama. She was looking for Caleb.
He leaned in, and when their lips met, the rest of the party—the music, the crowds, the gossip—disappeared. For the first time all summer, the heat felt like it belonged to them. teen sex partys in ga
Inside, the living room was a blur of neon lights and bass that rattled the floorboards. Maya found him in the kitchen, but he wasn't alone. He was laughing with Sarah Miller, the girl who had been his "lab partner" all semester. The way Caleb’s hand lingered on Sarah’s arm sent a sharp sting through Maya’s chest. "Hey," Maya said, her voice barely audible over the music. Caleb looked up, his smile faltering. "Maya! You made it."
Caleb sighed, the sound lost in the breeze. "I’m scared, Maya. Making it official makes it real. And real things can break." Maya wasn't looking for drama
"Wait," he whispered. "I don’t want to be scared anymore."
They had been "something" since the tenth-grade formal—that blurry middle ground where you text every night but act like strangers in the hallway. Tonight was supposed to be the night they finally made it official before the summer ended. For the first time all summer, the heat
"We are," he said, stepping closer. "Sarah’s just a friend. You know that."