He realized then that alcohol hadn't made his feelings clearer; it had made them unreliable. It had turned a milestone into a mistake.
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." druken teen sex
The neon lights of the basement party blurred into a dizzying smear of color as Leo leaned against the cold washing machine. In his hand, a red solo cup felt heavier than it should. Across the room, Chloe was laughing—a sharp, melodic sound that usually felt like home, but tonight, it felt like static. He realized then that alcohol hadn't made his