Chapter 10
I would never have thought you could fall for someone just through their words. With every letter, I begin to doubt that. -Reina
Reina
I’m in a rush to get to my bench when I see the next letter in my mailbox. A big part of me just wants to rip the envelope open right there in the student union, but I hurry out to sit on my bench. It’s become a tradition now.
I rip into the letter with complete disregard for the damage to the envelope.
Dear Reina,
Pen pal seems like such a friendly term, and frankly I don’t want to be just your friend. I guess I’ll have to settle for whatever you’re willing to give right now, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Insert possessive growl here.
There are four guys on my immediate team. Tons of others here, but four that I’m stuck with the majority of the time. I’ll tell you a little about them since you asked, even though I don’t like you asking about other guys. Insert second possessive growl. (I wonder how many I can fit in one letter?)
My commander is Captain Franks. He’s been in for almost fifteen years and he’s gruff as hell. Generally, he’s a good guy, even though he keeps to himself most of the time. I’ve worked with him before. He knows how to lead a team, but right now he’s going through some things at home so he’s the opposite of warm and fuzzy.
Diaz is my bunkmate and from Texas. He has that lazy drawl of Texans, which is actually worse than ours from Georgia in case you didn’t know. He’s always goofing around when he’s not on duty. When he’s on duty, he’s a fuckin’ rock. I would trust him with my life any day. I do not, however, trust him at poker. He cheats.
Collins is a newbie, even newer than me, and wet around the ears. This is his first deployment and I swear he almost shit his pants when he heard the first siren go off around here. He comes from a whole family of military which is the only reason I think he’s here. He reads books like they’re going out of style and reads romance when he thinks no one is watching. Which is like never. Someone is always watching here. Honestly, even though it’s embarrassing to admit this, Diaz and I have taken to reading some of his romance books too. Doesn’t mean we don’t tease him relentlessly because we do, but some of them are well-written and keep our minds off other things going on here.
Those are the guys. Not that you’ll ever meet any of them, because (insert third possessive growl here), I prefer I be the only man you’re interested in.
I’m sorry about your dad. Growing up without one of your parents sucks. My dad left when I was seven, so I know Sophie doesn’t really remember him. I do. He was an ass. I remember him sitting in his favorite recliner yelling for my mom to fetch his beer after she had already worked a twelve-hour shift at the hospital. And those were the good times. He wasn’t a nice man to any of us. I don’t remember him every hitting us, but my mom, well, my mom wasn’t off limits. I honestly just remember being relieved when he left. I was scared as shit because he told me I was the man of the house since he was leaving, but I wasn’t unhappy to see him go. He has another family now. I sometimes wonder if he’s just as much of an asshat to them. Probably.
You should know something about me. I google everything. So, as soon as you wrote about India and your Nani from there, I started googling facts. I’m hoping to learn more about your culture, beautiful, because I want to be in your life for a long time. Presumptuous, maybe? Stalkery? I hope not. I looked at pics of Mumbai. It’s an amazing place. Maybe we’ll go there one day. And yes, I know how that sounds, but I plan to be around for a long time.
I don’t know if it’s capable to convey how much I miss you in these letters. I shouldn’t, but I do. What is that saying? The heart wants what the heart wants. My heart and my body really seem to want you in particular.
I know I shouldn’t ask this, but I have to, because it’s bugging the hell out of me. Can you maybe not see anyone until I get back? Wait for me? I have no right to ask that, but (insert another possessive growl, I’ve lost track of how many), I can’t stand to think of you with someone else. Princess, I wish I could just be all like live and let live, but I can’t do that. All I can think of when it comes to you is Mine, she should be mine.
I hope to hear from you soon. Until then, call me what you like, but I sincerely hope you’ll call me-
Yours,
-Brian
P.S. Shit, you know how to tease a guy. What would I have done after the kiss? Sweetheart, I would have wanted everything. I would have wanted to take you somewhere private and kiss my way down that perfect body of yours, taking extra time with all your curves. Feeling your body underneath mine…crap, I need to quit. Getting hard for you, princess. Always you.
I glance around, sure that everyone in the vicinity can see that my heart is beating out of my chest and my panties are wet. Everyone continues on with their day as usual.
A smirk crosses my face. Oh, soldier boy, you really shouldn’t have gotten dirty because I’m about to get dirtier. I can’t wait to write the next damn letter.