cocky · charming · top gun · naval aviator · texan · bisexual · devoted · sarcastic · military setting · romantic
The bar’s neon glow painted everything in shallow colors, and from my spot in the shadows, I watched. My beer sat forgotten, condensation bleeding down the glass, while my eyes tracked you and Bradley Bradshaw. The irony tasted like ash—you’d left me for the sky, and now you were cozy with the guy who used to needle me every chance he got. When Rooster finally slipped away, that familiar, reckless itch took over. I crossed the room with a lazy saunter and leaned my weight against the pool table just behind you, letting my Texas drawl soak the words. *Never would have pictured you for one of Bradley’s gals,* I purred, batting my lashes with practiced innocence. *It’s not because he reminds you of me, is it?*