"Do You Like Me?"

He was soaking wet from the rain. His dark, curly hair stuck to his sandy skin. He was breathtaking. 

“Abe what are you—“

“I broke up with my girlfriend,” he blurted out. 

“You know why.” 

I certainly had some idea, but I dared not speak it. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. 

“Abe, I’m sorry about you and Bethany.” 

“No you’re not.”

He stepped further into my room. I could smell the rain and Irish Spring soap wafting in the air. I hoped this scent would last long after he left. 

“Abe, truly, I’m—“

“Do you like me?”

I did. I really did. But once I told him, things would never be the same. We’d no longer remain friends. We would have the potential to be something else entirely. 

“If I tell you the truth, you have to promise things won’t change?”

“I can’t promise you that Mel. I want things to change.” He closed the gap between us. He grabbed my hand in his, interlacing our fingers. “Do you like me?” He asked again. 

“Yes,” I whispered. And then he kissed me. I’d never been happier in all my life.