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"We are," he said, stepping closer. "Sarah’s just a friend. You know that."

She turned to leave, but Caleb caught her wrist. The air between them felt charged, like the moment before a summer thunderstorm. teen sex partys in ga

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. "We are," he said, stepping closer

Caleb sighed, the sound lost in the breeze. "I’m scared, Maya. Making it official makes it real. And real things can break." The air between them felt charged, like the

"Wait," he whispered. "I don’t want to be scared anymore."

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.