It was two days after midsummer, I had realized that I have a crush on my uncle, my mother's brother. For the first time in years we had people over at a holiday, well it was only the four of us in the family, my uncle and his girlfriend.
He's five years older than my mother, which makes him 58, extremely handsome and kind. As the Swedish midsummer usually tends to end up, we got drunk and particularly me and my uncle had just a little too much of that wine. It was the first time I've met him in years, and I was so fascinated by the stories he told, his story, and things about my grandfather I didn't know and I knew my mom was uncomfortable about this. But was it about what he told me, or did she notice I was leading him on? I don't know.
Later, my mom, dad, sister and the girlfriend started to drop off while I and my crush were conversing he asked if he could have a drag from my cigarette. Of course, I said and promised not to tell anyone, cause he quit four years ago. I sort of drowned in his very blue eyes... and I wanted him for that night, and I think he might have suspected what was going on there. It was getting late and we started to move back to our separate beds, and the last I saw of him as he went back to his trailer was that look he gave me. Almost like he felt sorry for me.
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