"So what are we doing here?"

I asked Fred, eyes scanning the beautiful view before me. It was the Potter's garden at the backyard. The garden that use to be just a garden, is now decorated with colour lights, flowers, and decorations similar with the one inside in the main building. It was really beautiful.

The place was quiet and quite far from the main building. We stopped walking, now standing at the middle of the beautiful place. "I just wanted to have some time alone with you, Kira." He turned to face me and I get to see the little changes in his hair cut. He had carved them at the side ever so slightly that you'd hardly notice. His face was more defined showing the little dent holes in his cheek as he bite his lips, as if thinking of what to say. "So, how do you see this place? Nice isn't it?" He asked, and once I was reminded of his sweet Irish accent. He looked really attractive when he talked in Irish but I wasn't going to tell him that, otherwise he would keep speaking with it until I finally get tired of hearing it.

"Yeah, it's lovely." I smile, looking at the scenario.

Silence.

"Uhm.." he scratches the back of his head. I guess it's really strange being together again after leaving for months. He stretch out his hands, "Do you, mind dancing with me?" He asked, hopefully, while I try not to laugh at how shy he is. You could see the bright red on his cheek, and he look really cute though.

I give him my hand anyways. "Sure." I smiled back at him, accepting.

He slides his hands on my waist and I place my hands on his shoulders. We both dance to the slow rhythm playing from a far away violin and it was almost romantic only that we weren't kissing or giggling to each other.

"I've missed you." He said. "You have no idea how much I wished to see you everyday. I missed your smile."

"Thanks." Was all I say. I didn't want to tell him I didn't miss him as much as I used to before. To be honest, his dismissal was now a normal thing to me that I begin to careless.

"Did you miss me too?" He asked, voice low as he rest his forehead on mine.

I wanted to pull away and ask him to not ask me that again. But instead, I pretend to be nice. "Yeah. I missed you too, Fred. Very much." I added. The laugh that vibrate from his chest was enough for my knees to buckle. He was really attractive, but not compared to Max, my cousin.

He leaned his face closer to mine and I close my eyes breathing out a little too fast. I have to get over this.

Don't think of it. It's was a lie. He would never do that. Fred would never do anything to hurt me. Well I want to believe.

His lips brushed against mine as if asking for permission, but when I don't retaliate, he melt them completely with mine, kissing me ever so softly. Although, I wasn't returning the favour by kissing him back. Instead, I just stood there, lips slightly part while he caress his own with mine. It remind me of our first kiss. I lost my first kiss to Fred when I was ten. I had lost a dare with him and because I liked him that much then, I allowed him kissed me. But this time I wasn't ready. The image was flashing in my head. The disgusting image of him.

The picture of her.

His smile when he looked at her.

When he see I wasn't responding to his kiss, he pulled me closer by my waist so he could try deepening it and by the process make me submit to it. Which I almost did, but still did not anyways as I refuse to part my lips any further for him and that only made him look confused, lips still not braking from mine.

I want to push him away and ask him why he keep leaving here to New York City. Why he doesn't care I would lose interest in him if he keeps leaving. And why... was that even true?

"Fred," I called out. "Fred, I don't think I want to do this." I said, gently pushing him away from me.

His expression was hurt as he look at me. Confused, he ask, "Why? What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?"

It hurt me to see his broken look, but at least I don't mind spoiling this. "No, Fred. I just, I just don't feel right." I look away, pretending to not see the hurt that pass through his green eyes. The burning sensation of my previous alcohol seem to suddenly burn through my vein again as the atmosphere begin to get hot. Stuttering, I say, "I think I'll leave now."

Before he could say a word, I left the beautiful backyard and walk over to the main building and to the living room where Mr potter was now making his announcement about how thankful he was for being able to manage the Charity home and thanks to some of the people who had put hands together to support him, and blah blah stuff I didn't want to listen to. Majority of the guest had a glass of red wine or champagne in their hands as the waiters scurried around. I think I might need a drink too to ease down the heat building up my throat.

"I hope you all enjoy yourself to the full and–" He continued his speech while I finally sighted mum with few other people and I decide to go meet her for the house keys. I need to leave this place, and now. But before I could reach my mum, Mrs Potter walk towards them and they begin talking again. A loud roar of clap followed as Mr Potter finished his speech and leave the podium, then joined his wife in talking to my parents. I wasn't going to show myself there to them, not after disappointing their son. But I have to go home and I needed the house keys.

With annoyance I stomp over to the door and leave the house. Not after gulping another cup of alcohol from a passing waiter. God it burns, how do people manage to finish a whole bottle of this? I cough a few times, as I feel biles rising from my throat. It has such a sour taste. I don't normally drink but this isn't my first time trying either. I was underage, I know, but who cares when you're dared to take two gulp of Vodka in highschool? Yeah, that was my first time.

I walk back to our house as I hugged my body from the cold. The cold wind whirl my hair freely on the air, as I shivered rubbing both arms with my warm palms. I didn't know it was this late, the evening moon was scorching as the chilling breeze blows. Just few more steps and I'll be home. My body inside was warm, too warm due to the drink. But my sensitive skin made the hair all over my body erect. I should have wear a sweater. Or shouldn't have even bothered coming at the first place.

The more I walk to our place, the angrier I become. Why exactly am I pissed? I have no idea, but I was sure regretting everything.

Finally, I reach the porch of our house and remembered I hadn't taken the keys from mum. But I wouldn't come here if I didn't have a spare. So I walk to one of the big vase which had flowers in them and I raised it from the ground, bringing out a key from underneath the vase; a spare key I'd always use to open the door since I lost mine. I always lost my key to the house and mum was tired of giving me new spares, she said this was the last pair she had and as well the last she'd give me since I was very careless with keeping my keys, and that when I lost it again, then I would have to wait till she comes back from her work and open the door with her keys. I wouldn't want that, so I decide to always hide this last key here under the vase of the porch were no one would see it. Instead of taking it with me and get it lost again.

A grunt escaped my lips as I tried to open the door which now seem difficult. This was growing my annoyance that I nearly break the keys inside the hole. With one swift turn, the door finally opens, and I hurriedly pulled the key out from it and hide it back under the vase before walking into the house, and to my room.

I started with pulling my heels and fling them out from my feet making them land on the floor of my room. What is wrong with me? It was just a small kiss. Why did he have to be gentle? And why did I have to leave without telling anyone?!

Oh my God, why didn't I tell mum or anyone that I was leaving? I could call so they don't bother to look for me. That wasn't a big deal.

I searched myself for my phone and found out I must have left it in the Potter's. Oh great! But I'm not going back there if that what it means.

"Looking for this?" I jump, startled by the firm voice that disrupt my head.

"Max? How did you get here?" I asked, turning to see the hot looking guy, with his white sleeves raised to the elbow displaying his muscular build to view, with the first buttons of his t-shirt unfastened, making the room heat up more than it already is. The cold of earlier completely gone. Oh, I had my heaters on, and my head was still hot from the alcohol. I watch as he lean to the door frame with my pink phone in hands. He look perfect with his arms flexing as he crossed them across his chest. I had eyed him for a few seconds.. or maybe more. He was too good looking, no deny.

"Maybe I should be asking you that. Why did you leave the party? I thought it was suppose to be an important party to you?" He asked, taking further steps into the room.

"I left because I felt like," I replied him, my head feeling dizzy as I puff out air. He think he could kiss me romantically as he please, after being away for months? Who the hell does he think he is?

It just doesn't make sense why my feelings are changing for him. It's not like I use to love him, but I use to like him since we were kid. He was like a brother to me, a best friend who I could rely on, a friend who I'd sneak the night with just to go watch the stars with him. But not until he left, continuously, and my feelings for him begin to fade. "Now hand me my phone. I have to tell one of them so they won't bother to look for me because no one knows I'm home– well except you." I point.

"They won't bother looking for you if they think Fred had you pinned to his bed underneath him." he joked. A real joke that nearly made me laugh, as I look at him.

"This is not funny Max. And besides what would make you think that?" I asked, heading to pick my shoes from where I had kicked them earlier, and to keep them where they should be. But on my way, I almost stumble but was fast to balance myself. God, I feel heavy, and mostly numb.

"I saw you both kiss at the backyard, and eventually thought you both would end it in a bedroom where you finally get to loose your virginity." He said, gaining a slap on his arms as I look at him but couldn't think of a good retort as my head throbbed.

How many cup did I drink?

I remember having one. No two.

I turned to look at my cousin, who turned to be so spoilt. "So your stalking me?"

"Nope. Not really." he said, waving my phone in front of him. How did he even get it? Oh, I must have left it where we danced.

"Well then you're a dumb ass!" I said, bending to pick a object that had fallen while I tried to keep my shoes, and then stood back straight, removing the fallen strands from my face. "How did you know I was here anyway if you weren't stalking me?" I asked as I walked back to my bed and sat at the edge of it.

"When I inadvertently saw you both kissing, I left immediately, only for me to see you few minutes after, stomping out from the room, then I thought I had to follow you." He said as he sat near me on the bed.

I forced out a thin smile, "hmn, thanks!" I said, ironically, before rolling my eyes. We were seating too close to each other but I don't mind, not now at least. His caramel eyes were attractive that for a moment I thought of staring at him nonstop.

Why do God have to bless me with such a tempting, yet handsome guy as a cousin?

"What's wrong that you left, though? Was he not a good kisser or.." He teased, bringing his face closer to mine to get a reaction from me. But instead, it only made me stare at his charming face again, heats spreading across my cheek. He was too close that I want to taste him. His lips, they seem soft. Attractive, and real.. good looking.

I shake my head at him. So handsome, yet troublesome. "It isn't that. I just don't know why I stopped him. Maybe because.." I stopped, not knowing what to say. I was starting to regret the way I treated him earlier. The way I pulled from him. The hurt look on his face. He was only trying to be gentle but then, I just. . . I looked at Max once again, eyes falling to his lips, that beg to be tasted, and then back to his eyes again. What was wrong with me? My head was blurring. I'm not thinking straight and me thinking about Max and his attractiveness is just a game. I want to sleep. I have too.

"It's okay. I get it. Maybe, you don't just like the guy." He chuckled, eyes staring back at me. Don't he get it? I need distance. I need space, privacy, before I do something unimaginable. Something unforgettable. And mostly, something I'd regret for the rest of my life.

"No. That's not it. I still like him.. as a friend, or maybe more." I breathe out, trying to take in a proper breathe. But it seem the room was too hot for me too.

Lips tugging to the side, he said, "Maybe he wasn't good enough for you. Besides, I think he was being too smooth, too gentle and fragile, not a way a real guy should be," he was obviously laughing at the poor lad, who he seem to have dislike already, "and that's why your body was able to deny it fast that it irritates you." He added, with a taunting smirk that make me look at his lips again. They look soft.

I have said that countless of times. But I just can't help it. My mind was playing with me, I know it. I had just turned Fred down and now I'm enjoying seeing my cousin lips as they part from each word he say? Can he read my mind that I want to kiss him?

It doesn't make sense the way I'm feeling right now and the sudden feeling to get touched. It must be the drink. I feel drunk that I wanted to ask him to leave the room and let me be, but the moment I look at his smug look, I was defeated.

Eyes still glued to him, he speak, again. Taunting me. "And maybe you just wanted it a bit rough." He shrugged, simply. Deep down he was mocking at my.. friend, Fred. I was sure he knew what I'm thinking, and that's why he keep saying about Fred not satisfactory and pleasing enough, and as if he's the devil himself pushing me to do the unforgivable act with him.

His head lean forward again to tease me more, but I wasn't feeling well to think that. Maybe he was right. Maybe he was too gentle that I felt repulsive and didn't hesitate to pull from him. Maybe I could just... taste Max instead?

My mind goes numb as I felt nothing, but the desire to kiss him. Closing the space between us, I say. "Yeah. Maybe you're right." I leaned in again. "Maybe he was too slow and, I just needed it a bit.. rough?" I didn't know what I was saying nor doing, but our faces were just few inch away from each other now. My breathing, hazard. A small part in me begged for me to come to my senses and realise what I was about doing. But another large part in me, wanted me to close the nanometre space between us. And just like the devil always win, I go for the latter, lips crushing with his.

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