Justin and I had been flirting all day. Spending the whole day in Venice, Italy really got our romantic sides going. We had a long, two hour lunch, just the two of us, as well as a group gondola ride. In the evening, we had dinner back at the hotel. Justin had about two glasses of wine while I stuck with just one. After, we chatted with a few friends and hung out in the hotel lobby. Then, Justin, our roommate, and I decided to head up to the room. Justin convinced our roommate to go out and get us gelato. While he was gone, Justin and I talked a little. We talked about Italy, school, and people in our class. Twenty minutes later, our roommate returned. I was disappointed. First, the gelato was half melted. Second, nothing had happened between me and Justin. All three of us ate our gelato, and Justin and I exchanged glances. I wasn’t sure what was going on, since nothing happened between us while our roommate was out. Soon I would know what those glances were all about.

Our roommate said he was going to take a shower. He said he’d make it fast, but Justin told him to take his time. Justin and I were lying in our own beds, about 3 feet apart. I was on my side, looking at him, and he was on his back, head tilted toward me. As the shower water started, Justin said, “You look uncomfortable. Move over here.” He tapped a spot on the bed, right next to him. He sat up, back against the wall, and legs stretched across to my bed.