Caleb sighed, the sound lost in the breeze. "I’m scared, Maya. Making it official makes it real. And real things can break."
The humid Georgia air was thick with the scent of pine and cheap cologne as Maya stepped onto the porch of the lakeside cabin. In North Georgia, "party" usually meant a bonfire, a truck tailgate, and enough drama to fuel a soap opera. Maya wasn't looking for drama. She was looking for Caleb. teen sex partys in ga
"Do I? Because every time we’re at one of these things, you’re 'just friends' with someone else." Caleb sighed, the sound lost in the breeze