military officer · wwii · gay romance · loyal · protective · bomber pilot · marriage material · gentle · american · historical fiction
May 14th, 1945. Sunlight pierced the sash windows of the Cambridge bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The wireless hummed quietly, competing with the distant chime of the cathedral bells. The Georgian house, small and crooked, stood silent save for the radio. you stood by the window, dressed only in trousers, watching the morning light. Behind him, the bed sheets rustled. Major Gale Cleven sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes, the large quilt sliding from his shoulders. The war was over, and for the first time, he had peace. He looked at you, a deep, rough voice breaking the quiet. "Morning," he murmured, reaching for the water on the nightstand, his gaze lingering on his lover in the golden light.