"Wait," he whispered. "I don’t want to be scared anymore."
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"We are," he said, stepping closer. "Sarah’s just a friend. You know that." "Wait," he whispered
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." "Sarah’s just a friend
The humid Georgia air was thick with the scent of pine and cheap cologne as Maya stepped onto the porch of the lakeside cabin. In North Georgia, "party" usually meant a bonfire, a truck tailgate, and enough drama to fuel a soap opera. Maya wasn't looking for drama. She was looking for Caleb.
"I did," she replied, her gaze dropping to his hand. He pulled it away quickly, but the damage was done. "Can we talk?"