Is it love?

Thick black hair and brown eyes. Talk about a typical Italian lookin boy. He was stocky built and 5’9. His name is Dominic, but I call him Dom and he swept me off my feet when I least expected it. We met at a party about a month ago, not that I even noticed him much at the time, but that’s where we met. I’m Masha, I’m 19 years old, and in college. Im 5’2, with long black hair and hazel eyes, petite all around, like my mother. I’m studying to be a teacher, not that I’m all too crazy about it, but it should be a stable job one day. Dom is more..of a Jack. He does random things for money, but we’re both young, him being 20 himself. I’m not looking for a husband just yet, I’m in school, and have a lot of plans for my future, but coming from a recent break up, he’s a breath of fresh air, and I wasn’t even looking for this. The party we met, I was invited by a mutual friend who came to visit me at work. I had nothing much else going on so I figured why not? After work I went home, changed and snuck out. I was living with my grandmother who raised me since I was a toddler. My parents were drug addicts. My mom died and my dad landed in prison for a while. He eventually turned his life around, getting remarried and having a more normal life. I chose to stay with my grandmother, it was a stability I always knew. But because of her own life experiences she was very much, a helicopter parent. I arrived at the party and everyone was drinking and having a good time. Firepit blazing while everyone kind of stood around chatting away. We talked about where I worked, a local convenience store down the road. He teased me and called me his little customer service associate. At that moment I remembered he came in often, usually buying cigarettes. I worked there for so many years since I was 16, I knew what almost everyone smoked and had them ready by time they got to the counter. A few days after, I noticed him in the parking lot and eventually he added me on f*******:. “Hmm it’s that guy from the party” I thought as I clicked the accept button. (Message with Dom) D: “hey” M: “hey” D: “whatcha doin” M: “nm, just hangin him wbu” D: “nothin, wanna hang?” Wanna hang? Wtf does this guy want? I thought someone said he had a girlfriend. Or maybe that he recently broke up with his girlfriend? M “hang where?” D: “idk wherever” M: “with u or like a bunch of people are hangin out?” D: “well I’m goin to my boys house later if u wanna swing by” M: “sure, whos ur boy” D: “Carlo DeGrazio” M: “oh I know him, he comes in the convenience store all the time. I’ll come by” D: “iight see u there” And it was a great time. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but something about him was..comforting. He felt like my best friend. I could talk to him about anything. It was like the problems of life seemed to melt away when we were together, and it went on like this for weeks. As my feelings grew for him I would try to him him a hug goodbye last when we were out with friends, hoping to snag a kiss. But he never went for it. Did he not feel what I was feeling? I thought maybe we should stop hanging out because I was leaving in about 2 months to go back to college and I wasn’t trying to get into something just to have my heart broken. I had to ask. M: “hey can i ask you somethin” D: “yea wuts up?” M: “what r we doin? Like I’m all for hangin out and whatever but I feel like, idk. I like you, and idk what ur intentions are. I try to give you the last hug before I leave thinkin you’ll kiss me and you dont, idk maybe I’m reading the room wrong. I’m just not tryin to get into somethin and then leave and get heartbroken.” D: “come hang out” M: “come hang out? What do u mean? I’m not trying to fall for someone and then my heartbroken” D: “u won’t. Just come over” I pull up to my usual parking spot at his house, and he gets in. I frequently park behind this oversized bush that’s big enough to block my car from the road and house. We have a lot of heart to hearts in this spot, it’s become ours of sorts, when we don’t feel like hanging with the group. There’s no way he doesn’t feel what I do, is there? Maybe he’s just trying to get in my pants. The whole summer fling thing. “So what’s up?” I ask him. He looks at me, eyeing me up from my lips up to my eyes. “Nothin what’s goin on?” I look at him with a perplexed face. He told me to come here. “Nothin, you told me to come by, so here I am”. With that he grabs my face, embracing my lips in a kiss, and it doesn’t stop. I feel his tongue lightly brushing against mine, slowly moving to nibble at my bottom lip in between kisses, and I’m loving every second of it, letting my guard down and forgetting all the worries I had moments before.