He pulls into the spot two over from my car and kills the engine before turning to me.
“Thank you,” I say softly. “I had a good time.”
“I had more than a good time,” he says as he picks up my hand and plays with my fingers.
“Me too.”
“What if…” he trails off.
“What if, what?”
“What if this wasn’t goodbye?” he asks. “What if I said I want to see you again?”
“You do know we can get into trouble for seeing each other, right?” I ask. I hadn’t thought much of it when we were going to have one night together, but there are still pretty strong rules about officers and enlisted fraternizing together, and by fraternizing, they mean banging.
“So we keep it quiet for a little while, just until we’re sure,” he suggests.
“So you’re not sure?” I squeak.
“I’m sure,” he says, smiling gently at me. “But I need time to woo you.”
“Have you ever wooed anyone before?” I ask, eyeing him.
“Not really.” He laughs. “But there’s a first time for everything.”
“I’m getting ready to deploy,” I remind him. “It’s almost a guarantee that relationships fail during those times.”
“You don’t know that,” he replies softly.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend for long before?” I ask and I feel bad for it when he grimaces but that just goes to prove my point. Neither one of us know what we’re doing here or with anyone in general. We’re a recipe for disaster.
“It’ll be different this time,” he says, not making me feel any better. There’s no way he could possibly know that. “I’ve never been the one left behind before. Maybe I just needed a change of scenery.”
“You’re crazy,” I laugh. I mean, he has to be, right? Who else would consider being the one not deployed a change of scenery?
“Are you saying you’re not into me?” he asks. “Because by my count, you’ve had about eleven orgasms that say otherwise.”
“You counted orgasms?” I shout, shocked.
“Trust me, baby, when it comes to the wayyoucome, I take notice.”
“Kill me now,” I mutter, rolling my eyes to the ceiling. If ever there was a time for the Earth to open up a sinkhole and swallow me up, it would be now.
“No can do, sweetness,” he says. “I need to watch the show at least a hundred more times before I die.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Stop talking.”
“I will when you say you’ll see me again,” he challenges.
“Ugh, fine, but we both know it’s a wasted effort,” I capitulate.
“You’re saying those eleven orgasms and all the ones to come are a wasted effort?” he asks, grabbing at his chest. “Ma’am, you wound me.”
“I’m not sure there’s a weapon strong enough to pierce that massive ego of yours,” I mutter.
“But you have to admit it.” He winks. “You like my ego.”
“Against my better judgement,” I say just under my breath.
