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

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. teen sex partys in ga

"I did," she replied, her gaze dropping to his hand. He pulled it away quickly, but the damage was done. "Can we talk?" "Wait," he whispered

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

Maya looked at him, really looked at him—the boy she’d shared her deepest secrets with under the Georgia stars. "And not making it real is breaking it anyway."

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.