Roman sipped his water and smiled at his friends. Everyone was happy and singing along with Elias' guitar playing. Most people were partying and drinking. Someone sat down next to him. He recognized her scent before even looking at her. He turned his head with a smile.
"Hi, Agatha," he said.
"Having fun?" She asked.
"I am," he answered.
"Just water tonight?" She asked.
"Someone's ought to keep an eye on the drinking people," he winked. "How about you?"
"I can have fun without drinking," she said.
They heard a roar when Jey once again beat Jimmy in beer pong.
"Jimmy's so fucking drunk already," Roman sighed.
"Agatha!" Jimmy yelled. "Come play with me!"
"I'm not drinking!" Agatha yelled back.
"Come on, girl!" Jimmy yelled.
"I don't drink when I'm on my period! It'll be a bloody mess because I forget about it!" Agatha yelled.
Jimmy made a face of disgust and turned his attention back to the game. Agatha chuckled and looked at Roman again.
"I'm not on my period but he bought it. I can use that excuse for a few days," she said.
"Smart move," he said.
She patted his knee and stood up.
"Come with me," she said.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"It's a surprise," she answered.
He followed her into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and took out a bottle.
"I made my homemade ice tea," she said.
"I love that stuff," his eyes lit up. "Is it the orange/coconut variant?"
"Of course. Your favorite," she said. "And mine too."
"You remembered," he said surprised.
She poured two glasses and handed him one. They sat down at the table and started up a conversation. It was interrupted around 45 minutes later.
"Roman?" Jey yelled. "Has anyone seen Roman?"
"Duty calls," Roman sighed.
He got up from the chair and walked out of the kitchen.
"I'm here," Roman said.
"Help my with Jimmy. He's drunk out of his mind," Jey said.
"Where's Agatha?" Jimmy mumbled. "I wanna see her."
"She went to bed," Roman lied. "And that's where you're heading too."
"With her?" Jimmy asked.
"Fat chance," Jey chuckled.
Agatha leaned back in her chair as the men's footsteps disappeared upstairs. She thought about Roman. She was often thinking about him. How sweet and kind he was. How his hands might feel when sliding up against her naked skin. How his lips would move against hers. How he would taste. How he would moan. How he would...
"Agatha?" He asked.
She looked up surprised. She hadn't heard him come back downstairs. She had been so caught up in her fantasies about him.
"Are you okay? Are you feeling hot? Your face is red," he said.
"Hot," she giggled. "Yeah, I'm a bit hot. I'm okay though."
If only he knew what type of hot she felt in that moment. He sat back down and poured himself another glass of ice tea.
"Where were we?" He asked.
They started up the conversation again. An hour or two passed before they both suddenly realized they couldn't hear any of their friends.
"I think they all went to bed," she said.
"So should we probably," he said. "Although I am enjoying myself tonight. You're always a joy to talk to."
"So are you," she said.
They stood up at the same time and almost collided. They were close. They both stared at each other. They could both feel it. The tension hanging in the air. They couldn't fight it anymore.
"Agatha," he whispered.
She leaned in first and he followed her lead. Their lips crashed together in a heated kiss. He backed her up against the fridge and squeezed her hips as tight as he dared. He broke the kiss with a guilty look but he didn't let go of her.
"We can't," he said.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Jimmy," he answered. "He has feelings for you."
"I don't want Jimmy. I want you," she said.
He looked down for a second and then back up. She could see he was struggling with something that he didn't say out loud.
"I'm in love with you, Roman," she said. "So break my heart if you must but I can't go on anymore without letting you know. If you don't feel anything for me, walk away. Go to bed. But if you feel what I feel, don't use Jimmy as an excuse. He will never have me no matter what."
That was the only thing he needed to hear. Jimmy would never have her no matter what. Even if he walked away now, Jimmy would still not be getting his way. Agatha wasn't in love with Jimmy. She wanted him, Roman, and it was up to him what to do from here. He couldn't fight it. He crashed his lips down on hers again.
"I'm in love with you," he said. "I kept it within for Jimmy's sake. He called dibs on you."
"Dibs?" She asked.
"He actually fucking said that," he sighed. "And what a shitty cousin I would be if I stole you."
"You can't steal me when I was never his to begin with," she said.
"I know. It's just hard," he said.
"Make your choice, Roman. Be with me or not. But don't fucking mess around with my feelings," she said.
"I want you, damn it!" He said firmly. "I want you!"
He kissed her again and pulled her with him out of the kitchen. They stopped in front of the staircase. Her room was upstairs while his room was downstairs.
"Do you want me to go upstairs?" She asked.
"No," he answered.
"Then take me to your room," she said.
"Shit, this is gonna sound so bad. I want you in there but you can't spend the night. I need to ease him into this, and I don't think it's right to rub it in his face on this vacation," he said.
"It's okay," she smirked. "I'll leave before anyone wakes up. But right now I really wanna go to your room."
He smirked back at her, yanked her close and started moving towards his room with her up against his side. They could sneak around this week. It was a big cabin and people were planning on drinking every night. No one would know if she spent a few hours in his room every evening. They could do it.