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It catches me completely off guard. I push that thought aside to unpack that later.
"Friends, huh?" she smiles and tilts her head, picking up her burger and taking a bite.
There's something in the way she said it that I’m not sure how to react or what to say next. Instead, I watch her in silence for a few minutes.
"I've always wondered how boot camp was different for the Army compared to the Navy," I muse.
Smirking, she says, "I guess, in most of the ways, the same. Lots of yelling, waking you up in the middle of the night, punishments if you don't do things right."
"How many did you have drop out of boot camp?" I ask.
"Ten that I know of. I was the only female to graduate with my class."
She says it's like it's no big deal, but it is a huge deal. That's a major accomplishment. But right now, it doesn't feel like the time to say it, so I remain silent. Nevertheless, I really am proud of her for it.
"I only know of six that dropped out when I went to boot camp. They did say we had one of the smaller units at the time," I tell her.
While we enjoy your burgers, we continue to compare our experiences at boot camp. The conversation flows and is easy.
"Did you guys have to do the gas chamber?" I ask her, remembering an exercise that caused us to lose three people in a day.
"Oh my God, yes! We had two people that refused to do it and packed their bags that day. It was so bad many of us were sick after, but we still cleaned our barracks and the bathrooms," she says, laughing.
It’s one of those things when you share experiences that were hard and took everything out of you at the time, but now you can look back and laugh at it.
Even more so, it bonds you in a way that people who've never been through it just won't understand. Doesn't matter what branch of the military you're in, boot camp and the shared experiences of deployment injuries unites you. Sometimes those bonds run deeper than people you've known your whole life.
As we continue to talk, it's nice to see her loosen up and smile. We tell stories from our boot camp and training days about the people we met and ways we got into trouble.
I find myself trying to make her smile more because she is stunningly beautiful when she smiles. This leads to me telling her the most ridiculous stories from my service time. Though in order not to upset her, I avoid all mentions of deployments.
When I look at my watch, I realize we have been talking for almost three hours, and I really should leave her to read her book before dinner.
"I should get going and let you get back to reading."
When I stand to clean up our mess at the table, I swear I see disappointment cross her face before she masks it. Though maybe I’m imagining things because I don’t want to leave.,
Walking to her, I offer my hand to help her up off the floor since she can't put weight on one of her legs. She hesitates for only a moment before taking my hand. The sparks from something as simple as taking my hand, catches me off guard.
Judging by her sharp intake of breath, she felt it, too. As I help her up, the momentum pulls her into my chest. Once she is standing, we both freeze. There is no way she doesn't feel how hard I am from just having her near.
Watching her reaction, I notice how her eyes run over my face before they land on my lips. Fuck. She has to stop looking at me like that. I'm about to take a step back when her tongue comes out and lips her lips. It’s then I know I'm totally fucked.
I can't not kiss her now. Like a moth to a flame, I lean in slowly, and her eyes go wide. What I see there isn't shock, it's desire, which spurs me on. My lips land on hers, and the moan she lets out seals her fate. She is mine even when I know she can't be. Doesn’t matter to me in the moment. Even though I know I can't have her, there isn't a way in hell I'm walking away either.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her to me. She rests her hands on my shoulders, and I deepen the kiss, memorizing her soft lips on mine. Pulling her even closer to me, I run my tongue along the seam of her mouth. When she opens for me and our tongues meet, cum leaks from my cock.
I've never had this kind of reaction to a girl before. Fuck. Why does it have to be with the one girl I can't have?
Atticus nudges my hip, pushing his head between us, bringing us both back to reality. Releasing her, I stare at her just kissed lips, and my cock gets even harder, knowing I'm the reason they are swollen.
"Fuck, we shouldn't have done that," I say, running a hand through my hair.
Hurt flickers in her eyes and no way am I letting her mind run down that road. Bending slightly, I look in her eyes and place my hand on her shoulders.
"But I'm glad we did." At y words a smile fills her face.
Then, I gently help her sit on the couch.
