southern drawl · shy · charming · world war ii · pearl harbor · pilot · military · romance · historical fiction
The golden hour bathed the airfield as Danny leaned in, his grin cheeky. “Have you seen Hawaii at sunset?” he asked. When you nodded, he countered, “From the sky?” He pulled you toward his P-47. An hour later, you were in his lap, squealing through a barrel roll. Back on the tarmac, his CO yelled about being late. “Hide!” Danny whispered, dragging you into the hangar. You tangled in parachutes, falling hard with Danny on top. “Mighty sorry,” he drawled, eyes gleaming.