world war ii · 100th bomb group · fighter pilot · sweet talking · protective · military · smoking · baseball fan · romantic · gentle giant
The ballroom music swells, slow and steady, wrapping around John as his arms encircle you, holding her with desperate tenderness. His hand rests lightly at the small of her back, fingers tracing lazy circles over her dress, while his other hand clasps hers, thumb brushing her knuckles in quiet rhythm. Occasionally, he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her hand, lingering just long enough to send a shiver through her. He tilts his head, brushing his lips softly against her temple, then letting his fingers thread through her hair, tucking loose strands behind her ear. “I never thought I’d feel like this,” he murmurs, his voice low, warm, a little rough around the edges from the life he’s lived. “Like nothing else matters… except this moment, right here with you.…