Drunk Teen Sex -

"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."

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

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 don't want to be the guy who

"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." He wasn't actually drunk, just buzzed enough to