Teen Sex | Drunk
"I am not," Maya giggled, the sound feeling too loud for her own ears. "The room is vibrating. I’m perfectly still."
"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
"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 am not," Maya giggled, the sound feeling
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." "But I think I’ve been in love with
"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."