“I won’t tell anyone.”
“I trust you.”
“I trust you, too.”
We sit like that for a few more minutes, then I move back to my spot on the bench and we just hold hands. We don’t kiss. We don’t talk. We’re just together.
Somehow, it’s more healing than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Chapter 7
Cooper
I go to work each day and work on completing my checklist of “things to do before I deploy.” It’s boring as hell, but worst of all, it keeps me from spending too much time with Bailey. Still, I text her every chance I get, which usually ends up being on my lunch break and after work.
The more time we spend together, the more I dread telling her I’m leaving. How will she react? Would she be open to waiting for me? Is that even fair to ask her?
I’ll be out of communication for most of my deployment. Yeah, I can send letters and emails, but they won’t be regular, and most girls need regular.
Most girls need normal.
When I’m not working, I spend all my spare time with her. I’m addicted. She’s like fire and ice. She’s sweet and sour at the same time, strong and fragile all rolled into one.
When it comes to Bailey’s family, though, she’s timid and nervous. She doesn’t want to mess up her relationship with her mom. She doesn’t want to do anything that’s going to hurt her mom’s growing relationship with the English professor.
Part of me wishes I could punch the asshole in the face. Who does that? Really? Who dates their student’s mom? Only, it’s already happening, and there’s not much either of us can do but accept it.
So Bailey calls me, and I listen to her rant. I’ll pick her up and we’ll drive around, make out for awhile, and talk about our problems. We’ll share our secrets.
We’ll do everything together but talk about the future because for me, it means saying goodbye, and for her, it means accepting the world has moved forward.
A few weeks go by and we settle into a strange, comfortable routine. I’ll drive her to work sometimes or to pole class. I haven’t seen her dance at the studio, but her body is getting more toned and flexible every day. When she’s sore or has bruises from learning a new move, I’ll massage her, give her a bubble bath, lotion her skin until she feels good again.
Is this what falling in love is like?
Is this what it means to lose yourself in another person?
There’s a part of me that’s scared of this. I never expected to fall in love, especially not at Forrest AFB. There are a lot of rumors that surround this duty station and even though I’ve heard story after story of people falling in love here, I always thought it was ridiculous. People have said there’s something in the water and now I think it might be true because Bailey is the best damn thing to happen to me.
“I want to show you my new moves,” she tells me one night. We’re in my dorm room. I’m not supposed to have girls overnight, but it’s one of those rules that’s not enforced unless your commanding officer doesn’t like you.
Luckily, mine th
inks I’m amazing.
“Is that so?” My dick is instantly hard. It’s always hard around her, but her dancing? That really does it for me. Bailey has never taken dance lessons before. This is her first time. Somehow, I can’t believe she’s never tried it before because her moves are unbelievable. She’s unstoppable.
She turns on the music and pushes me back onto my bed. I’m on my back. I push up on my elbows and watch her begin to sway to the music. My feet hang off the bed and I wiggle my toes, getting comfortable. Bailey just smiles.
Everything about her is teasing, seductive. Her moves are natural, but perfectly calculated to excite my dick even more.
Bailey twists her hips, moving them in slow figure-eights. Her shirt comes up, up, up. She pulls it over her head, then tosses it aside. She slowly moves her hands up her stomach and over her black lace bra, cupping her breasts as she does. She turns in a circle, shaking her ass, moving her hands up and down her body.
She never stops moving her hands.
As she dances, I imagine it’s my hands on her. I imagine I’m the one making her groan, moan, bite her bottom lip.
I want to yank her pants down and slide my hand between her thighs, feeling just how fucking wet she is for me, but I know have to wait.