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

"Right. Physics." Sam took a step closer. The music from upstairs—some bass-heavy anthem they’d all forget by next summer—thumped through the floorboards. "Maya, I think I’m going to do something stupid." "Like what? Stating the obvious?" drunk teen sex

The air in Leo’s basement smelled like cheap watermelon vodka and damp concrete, a scent that would forever be the fragrance of seventeen. "You’re vibrating," Sam said, leaning against the dryer

When he kissed her, it tasted like salt and bad decisions and the terrifying, beautiful realization that Monday morning was going to be very, very complicated. But for now, with the bass shaking the walls and the watermelon vodka humming in their veins, they were the only two people who existed. Physics