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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."

The next morning, the sun was a jagged blade cutting through Leo’s blinds. His head throbbed with a rhythmic, punishing beat. He reached for his phone, his thumb hovering over Chloe’s name. Memory was a fragmented thing—he remembered the neon, the heat, and the terrifying weight of the word love . druken teen sex

For a second, the party vanished. There was just the smell of cheap cider and the heat of the crowded basement. Chloe reached up, tracing the line of his jaw. "You won’t remember saying it tomorrow," she said, her expression clouding with a sudden, sharp sadness. "And I won’t know if you meant it." He stumbled toward her, his movements loose and

She stepped back, the invisible thread between them snapping under the weight of the alcohol. She didn't stay to hear his protest. "I think… I think I’m actually in love with you