Still swimming?

“So…” You say with a shrug, and a clap of the hands “We, uhh, still going swimming?”

She looks at you smiling, “Yeah, definatly have to work off some steam now, huh?”

“Oh yeah, we could probably both use some release.” You say, with a smile. “So let’s finish up, and get going then.”

Melody quickly choses a purple sweatsuit. One that you always had liked. You still can’t figure out how something that’s meant to be so loose, can cling to a women’s curves so well, and this suit in particular seemed to be fitted for Melody. For yourself you choose a loose pair of jeans, and a Mets David Wright jersey.

“Should we bring a couple beers?” You ask, waving a hand at the small fridge in the corner.

She turns, biting her lip, thinking, “I don’t know, drinking a swimming is not the greatest of combinations.”

You snort, “I said a couple of beers, not a keg.”

She nods, conceding that, “Point…ah what the hell. Take two.” She smiles at you. Your eyes catch for a second. “So…you gonna get’em?”

“Oh, right.” You quickly walk over to the fridge as Melody walks into the bathroom for some towels.

Five minutes later you’re walking down the hall towards the stairs. Two beers in the bag holding the towels, umbrella in hand. You look at Melody out of the corner of your eye. You have the feeling that, from her reaction, she wasn’t dancing in the mirror for Bryce. In fact, from her reaction you think it may have been you she was dancing for. Your mind races as you walk next to her, joking, laughing. Should you ask her? Or wait?