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SARAH

“Let me let the rest of them know we’re headed out,” I told him.

“I’ll wait by the door. We don’t want to make a big scene with a bunch of us leaving at once.”

She laughed. “Still the consummate professional.”

“Old habits and all that.” He chuckled.

“I’ll be right back,” I said and gave him a quick kiss.

I found Kylee and told her to spread the word. We were meeting at the bar. It was likely going to be our last hurrah. We would all be stationed wherever. It was the nature of the beast. You lived one place for eight months, made friends, and just when you got settled, you were sent somewhere else.

That would probably make me sad if I didn’t have Dean. We both knew we were going to be together. Where I went, he went.

I walked back to where Dean was waiting for me. He put his arm around my shoulders and together we walked out to his truck. The drive back to his apartment was short.

“You know, it will probably take everyone a good twenty or thirty minutes to get out of there and to the bar,” I said in a sultry voice. “We have a little time to kill.”

His eyes flashed with mischief as he steered into the parking lot of his apartment complex. “Well, we can’t possibly waste that time, can we?” he said, the grin on his face telling me all I needed to know about his thoughts.

He was out of the truck in seconds, rounding the vehicle to open my door with a chivalrous flourish. He offered me his hand, which I quickly took, allowing him to help me down from the high cab.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing grandly toward the front door.

I gave him a mischievous smile and nodded. “We shall.”

Once inside, Dean wasted no time in sweeping me up into his arms, our lips crashing together in a passionate kiss that was full of promise of things to come. I could feel his heartbeat against mine as his hands roamed over my back, pulling me even closer.

Somewhere in between kisses and whispered promises, we managed to strip off our formal attire and tumble onto his bed. Our laughter and soft words filled the room, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and playful.

Time slipped away as we reveled in each other’s company, our bodies moving in a dance as old as time.

“We should probably get down there,” he said as he rolled away.

“I don’t think anyone would blame me for taking a little extra time with my hot man.”

He got out of the bed, naked and gorgeous, and walked into the bathroom. “Get dressed. We’re going out. We’re celebrating.”

I giggled and sat up in bed. I felt like a new woman. I made it through training, and I was so ready for the next step in my career. This was the moment I’d been working toward since I decided I was going to be a pilot.

I got dressed in the tight jeans and tiny tank I had left at his place. I put on my favorite boots, feeling just a little sassy. Tonight, I was going to party.

Dean came out of the bathroom wearing just his jeans. “Unless you want to throw me on that bed and have your way with me again, you better put a shirt on.”

He chuckled. “Someone’s feeling spicy.”

“You have no idea,” I said.

He jerked open his dresser drawer and pulled on a T-shirt.

“Well,” he said, looking me up and down in a way that sent tingles down my spine. “Shall we go and celebrate?”

“Yes.”

“Those jeans are pretty tight,” he said.