"We are," he said, stepping closer. "Sarah’s just a friend. You know that."
"I did," she replied, her gaze dropping to his hand. He pulled it away quickly, but the damage was done. "Can we talk?"
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.
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."