| Straight: Romantic: A Hero's Welcome (1/9) |
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He was still so handsome. It had been four years since the last time I saw him and he had changed a bit. His 6’ swagger was straighter now, erect. The wide shoulders that had once made him a star on the football field were strong and muscular, covered by a blue button up shirt. His waist was slim but firm, tapering down to long legs and ending in a powerful soldier’s stance. But his eyes were still that glorious blue. His brown hair, now cropped short by the Army, still shone in the sun. And when he saw me, his resulting sideways grin still sent butterflies flowing through my stomach. “Isabel?” he called to me. I raised my hand hesitantly in a small wave and managed a trembling smile. His smile widened and he began to walk toward me. My heart skipped a beat as he came closer. I stood there – frozen in the September sun. I felt goose-bumps form beneath my white silk blouse, along my arms and down my back. My nipples became erect in immediate arousal. My legs, clothed in jeans and brown cowboy boots, felt as though they would give out on me at any second. Still, he came closer. My breath held in my chest. He seemed to take ages to reach me. But the closer he came, the faster he moved. He seemed just as anxious to greet me as I was to hold him. Soon he stood before me and his strong arms came out to encircle my smaller form. I threw my arms around his neck as he lifted me from the ground. My hand cupped the back of his head and I breathed his scent. His face buried in my neck, his fingers working my free flowing brown hair. “Welcome home, soldier,” I whispered into his ear. He gripped me tighter and I felt him plant the softest kiss on my neck. * * * We had only been slight friends in high school. Logan was the popular guy – a football player and a looker. I, on the other hand, was the smart girl – a geek who was painfully shy. It wasn’t until my sophomore year, his senior year, that we met in a math class. He teased me and smiled at me, looked into my brown eyes and called me beautiful and sweet, passed me in the hall and stole a quick touch along my arm or face. I fell quickly in love. But the inherent differences in our social circles had prevented anything serious from occurring. He went on to graduate and I changed schools. Then, a year ago, we found each other again – him serving his fourth year in Iraq and me as a sophomore in college. Soon we were speaking every day, in some form or another. He talked about traveling and I talked about becoming a doctor. Then, three weeks ago, he had a surprise for me. He was coming home for leave and wanted to see me. I was excited and nervous. Logan Smith was coming, former high school playboy turned mature infantryman. I met him at the local theatre and his greeting took my breath away. After we separated from our embrace, he smiled at me again, touching a finger to my cheek. “What movie would you like to see?” It took me a moment to understand that he was talking to me. I laughed to cover my lapse. “Hmm…a romantic comedy?” |
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