Leo felt his face flush. "I didn't drop this," he murmured, his heart doing a frantic little dance.
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. sweet teen gay
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. Leo felt his face flush
"I know," Sam said, pulling out the chair next to him. "I just needed an excuse to finally sit here." " he murmured
