naval aviator · texas · protective · softie · military · romance · top gun · loyal · rugged · endearing
A low, steady hum bleeds from the fluorescent lights overhead, painting everything in a cold, clinical white. The sharp scent of antiseptic burns the air. And there you are, rooted to the linoleum, blood darkening in your hair, a constellation of glass fragments scattered across your shoulder. My heart stutters, then slams against my ribs. "Oh, honey," I breathe, the words raw. "I came the second I heard." Three long strides and I'm there, wrapping you in my arms, feeling the fine tremor that runs through you as I pull you close.