Jake

Dear diary,
The weekend is finally here, and with it, the perfect excuse to escape to the beach. I arrived early, while the sand was still cool and the shore was mostly empty — quiet, peaceful, almost mine alone.The water looked beautiful but felt icy, so I decided to skip the swim and pulled out my book instead. I was deep into it, turning page after page, when suddenly — bam — I felt a sharp thud on the side of my head. Everything went black for a second.When my vision returned, my book was on the ground... and so was a soccer ball.Footsteps approached, soft but quick in the sand. I looked up, dazed, and saw him — like something out of a dream. Sun-kissed skin, long golden hair tousled by the breeze, a playful, apologetic smile. His body glistened in the sunlight like a real-life Greek god. He bent down to pick up the ball, apologizing over and over, clearly embarrassed.I could barely concentrate on his words. My head was spinning — partly from the hit, but mostly from him.Eventually, I found my voice. “It’s okay,” I said, brushing it off, “really, I’m fine.”
Apparently, that was enough of an invitation, because he sat right down next to me.His name was Jake — a surfer, of course — and apparently also an agriculture student. He told me he and his friends come to the beach every weekend to play and hang out. He invited me to join next time. I laughed and told him I’m not exactly “team sports” material.He gave me a quick look up and down, then smirked.
“You look pretty fit to me.”I blushed instantly and said something dumb like, “Not even close to your level.”
He smiled, his own cheeks flushing, and said, “Wanna touch my abs? I work hard for them.”I laughed nervously, but before I could respond, he gently took my hand and placed it on his stomach.
His skin was warm from the sun, and his abs… well, they were everything he promised.I must’ve turned bright red, because he leaned in and whispered, “You’re cute when you blush.”And then — just like in a movie — his face came closer, our lips met, and we kissed.
The wind danced around us, waves crashing nearby, and for a brief, perfect moment, nothing else existed.But the spell broke as quickly as it was cast. His friends were calling for him. Jake stood up, ball in hand, but not before turning back to me with a cheeky grin.
“Next week? Same place?”I nodded, trying to play it cool, and called out, “YES!”He jogged away, full of life, leaving me there with sand in my hair and a smile I couldn’t wipe off my face.The walk home felt light, like floating. There’s something beautiful about falling for someone in a fleeting moment — no plans, no promises, just possibility.
A summer fling, maybe.
But sometimes, a little spark is all you need.