Chloe’s smile faltered. Her eyes, glassy from her own drinks, searched his face. "Leo, you’re drunk," she whispered, her voice caught between a giggle and a sigh.
She stepped back, the invisible thread between them snapping under the weight of the alcohol. She didn't stay to hear his protest. druken teen sex
The romantic haze of the party was gone, replaced by the quiet, terrifying clarity of the morning after. But as Chloe took his hand, Leo realized that the best stories aren't written in the blur of a party—they’re built in the moments you’re brave enough to face stone-cold sober. Chloe’s smile faltered
He realized then that alcohol hadn't made his feelings clearer; it had made them unreliable. It had turned a milestone into a mistake. She stepped back, the invisible thread between them