the cabin was the only place you could actually relax. it was cool, an escape from the sticky texas summer weather. and there was a big lake, and a forest, and fires every night. smores and hotdogs and him. him.

it was joel's cabin after all, and you were lucky enough that he invited your dad and you every summer. they'd been best friends since you moved to austin when you were 14.

it wasn't really a secret that you had a crush on joel. sarah picked up on it right away, and cackled at you. but now you were in college, and pretty, and you knew the ways of the world a little more.

your dad drove you up during the cool beginning of june, and when you arrived joel greeted you with a gruff hug and a 'there's my girl'.

you had your own wood room there, and a big fluffy bed. joel's wood carvings and tommy's old drawings littered the house, making it feel even more his.

the first few weeks were always fun. swimming, grilling. one night during the second week you were up late feeling a little woozy. you were just tired; but you wanted affection.

you've seen the looks he gives you. you're not dumb. you crawl into bed, not your bed.

he stirs and immediately knows, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"whatcha doin?" he drawls