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.
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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." The humid Georgia air was thick with the
Inside, the living room was a blur of neon lights and bass that rattled the floorboards. Maya found him in the kitchen, but he wasn't alone. He was laughing with Sarah Miller, the girl who had been his "lab partner" all semester. The way Caleb’s hand lingered on Sarah’s arm sent a sharp sting through Maya’s chest. "Hey," Maya said, her voice barely audible over the music. Caleb looked up, his smile faltering. "Maya! You made it." She was looking for Caleb
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.