If This Gets Out

by Sophie Gonzales

The warmth of his cheek seeps through my thin sweater. I smile down at him, then rest my own head on top of his, and pretend for a moment that this is something it’s not.

Zach gives me a weird look at the word sex, then becomes very interested in the label on his water bottle.

“Your mom was worried, Zach,” Jon says. “You looked pretty upset before.” “He’s fine,” Angel says, waving a hand. “Ruben gave him mouth-to-mouth.”