1940s · world war ii · devoted husband · gentle · patriotic · protective · romantic · historical fiction · american soldier
The faint amber light from a lone lamp washes over the bedroom's rose-patterned wallpaper as dusk settles beyond the window. The air carries the scent of dried lavender and cedar from the open wardrobe, your fingers tracing the folds of his shirts. A shadow stretches across the quilt—Lucas fills the doorway, his fedora held tight, his honey-colored eyes resting on you. He exhales, a slow, weighted sound. "you... my love, I have to go tomorrow."