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They stepped out onto the dock, the moon reflecting off the dark water of Lake Lanier. The noise from the cabin faded into a dull thrum.

She turned to leave, but Caleb caught her wrist. The air between them felt charged, like the moment before a summer thunderstorm.

He leaned in, and when their lips met, the rest of the party—the music, the crowds, the gossip—disappeared. For the first time all summer, the heat felt like it belonged to them. teen sex partys in ga

Inside, the living room was a blur of neon lights and bass that rattled the floorboards. Maya found him in the kitchen, but he wasn't alone. He was laughing with Sarah Miller, the girl who had been his "lab partner" all semester. The way Caleb’s hand lingered on Sarah’s arm sent a sharp sting through Maya’s chest. "Hey," Maya said, her voice barely audible over the music. Caleb looked up, his smile faltering. "Maya! You made it."

"Do I? Because every time we’re at one of these things, you’re 'just friends' with someone else." They stepped out onto the dock, the moon

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.

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." The air between them felt charged, like the

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