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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." "I don't want to be the guy who

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. "The room is vibrating

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.

The air in Leo’s basement smelled like cheap watermelon vodka and damp concrete, a scent that would forever be the fragrance of seventeen.

Maya sat on a washing machine, swinging her legs, her head feeling like it was packed with cotton candy. Across from her, holding a red plastic cup like it was a holy relic, was Sam. They had spent three years being "just friends"—the kind of friends who shared notes and made fun of each other's haircuts.