She stepped back, the invisible thread between them snapping under the weight of the alcohol. She didn't stay to hear his protest.

He stumbled toward her, his movements loose and uncoordinated. "Chloe," he slurred, catching her elbow. The music was so loud he had to press his forehead against hers to be heard. "I think… I think I’m actually in love with you."

He didn't text her. Instead, he got up, showered, and walked to the park where they usually met. He waited on their bench, cold and sober, until she appeared. "Hey," she said, her voice cautious.

They had been "something" for six months. Not quite a couple, but more than friends, tethered together by shared playlists and late-night texts. But tonight, the liquid courage in Leo’s cup was whispering that "something" wasn’t enough.

Druken Teen: Sex

She stepped back, the invisible thread between them snapping under the weight of the alcohol. She didn't stay to hear his protest.

He didn't text her. Instead, he got up, showered, and walked to the park where they usually met. He waited on their bench, cold and sober, until she appeared. "Hey," she said, her voice cautious. She stepped back, the invisible thread between them