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Theo hesitated, clutching the book to his chest. But her eyes weren’t mocking. They were curious. Soft. So he sat down across from her, knees almost touching, and handed it over.

That was the beginning. Not with a grand promposal or a love letter slipped into a locker. It started with a spilled sketchbook, a charcoal smudge, and two hands finally closing the distance. cute sex teen

From then on, Theo had a new subject. He drew Clara laughing during lunch, Clara with her headband askew after play rehearsal, Clara fast asleep on his shoulder during a bus ride to a debate tournament. And Clara, in turn, learned to see the invisible boy. She cheered the loudest at his small art gallery opening. She made him a mix tape of sad indie songs because “that’s clearly your vibe, Lin.” She stopped tripping as often, because Theo always seemed to have a steady hand reaching out to catch her elbow. Theo hesitated, clutching the book to his chest