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He laughed, a low sound that caught in the humid air. He reached out, his fingers brushing against her knee. It was a small gesture, but in the hazy logic of the basement, it felt like a tectonic shift.

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." drunk teen sex

"I am not," Maya giggled, the sound feeling too loud for her own ears. "The room is vibrating. I’m perfectly still." He laughed, a low sound that caught in the humid air

"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." Maya’s heart did a slow, heavy roll in her chest

"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."

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