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Leo unfolded the paper. It wasn't a lost note; it was a charcoal sketch of Leo himself, head down, pencil behind his ear, looking exactly as he had ten minutes ago. At the bottom, in neat script, it read: The light hits the books better when you’re here.

"I think you dropped this," Sam whispered, though Leo knew his bag was zipped shut.

Leo smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and stayed there. "Definitely." sweet teen gay

Under the glowing yellow light of the bus shelter, Sam reached out, his fingers brushing Leo’s hand. Leo didn't pull away; instead, he laced their fingers together. It was simple, quiet, and felt like a missing piece finally clicking into place. "See you tomorrow?" Sam asked as the bus pulled up.

Leo felt his face flush. "I didn't drop this," he murmured, his heart doing a frantic little dance. Leo unfolded the paper

The air in the library smelled like old paper and the rain-slicked pavement outside. Leo sat at their usual corner table, buried behind a stack of art history books, when a folded piece of notebook paper slid across the mahogany surface.

"I know," Sam said, pulling out the chair next to him. "I just needed an excuse to finally sit here." "I think you dropped this," Sam whispered, though

Leo looked up. It was Sam—a boy from his calc class who usually wore oversized vintage sweaters and a quiet smile that Leo had admired from three rows back for months.