Prelude to Reveille: A Vietnam Awakening by S.D. Sawyer

Author:S.D. Sawyer
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2011-11-14T04:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Squeezing into the elevator with other couples, Meg smiled straight ahead, facing the door. She could feel people behind her watching them. Is it obvious Tom’s just arrived for R&R? It reminded her of when they checked into the hotel in New York City on their honeymoon. A bottle of champagne they’d sneaked from their reception slipped out of a bag and crashed on the floor. As the desk clerk called for clean up, people in the lobby turned around. She blushed from their grins and smiles.

“We need to call our families,” Meg leaned over and whispered. “You realize it’s been four months?”

All but one middle-aged couple had gotten off by now.

“Absolutely,” he whispered back. “Four months is a long time, huh Babe?”

He’s blowing hot air in my ear. Meg’s eyes widened. He’s trying to turn me on! A blush warmed her cheeks and she grinned, staring at the elevator door.

“Just got off a 20-some-hour flight. Callin’ home’s not the first thing on my mind.” He glanced at the remaining two people on the elevator, then pressed against her back. “First— a shower, my woman, and food. Not necessarily in that order.”

Meg couldn’t stop grinning, but still she looked straight ahead. As the last couple reached their floor, the woman turned to Meg and mouthed the words, “Good Luck!”

Another flush heated Meg’s cheeks. She smiled at Tom, “Waiting Wife, I bet.”

“I think everyone over here’s either military or honeymooning. You know what that means?” He gave her his silly evil grin she’d forgotten about. “It’s cool to do whatever, wherever, whenever we want! So come here.” She giggled. Tom leaned over, brushed his lips across hers until she became breathless.

Meg pulled back, looked up wide-eyed, “I have your favorite snacks in the room.”

“Bet you do,” he nuzzled her neck. She closed her eyes as his warm breath whispered across her skin, “And you’ve got some right here.” The elevator chimed. The door for their floor opened.

“Your mustache tickles,” Meg laughed, rubbing his whisker scratches on her neck and chin. She grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to their room.

“Don’t want me to keep it?”

“Up to you, Lieutenant. It’s your face. I’m OK with it. Just doesn’t look like it belongs to you. Being so red and all.” She turned the key and swung open the door, then teased, “A Bozo the Clown shade of red!”

He laughed, but looking past her, Tom spied the view. He dropped his duffel bag and hurried to open the sliding door. He stepped onto their balcony. Meg wanted to follow, but something kept her inside. She kicked off her sandals, sank down on the edge of the bed, and watched. He really doesn’t seem all that different.

Early morning drizzle and chill had given way to brilliant afternoon sunshine, clear blue skies. Endless white beaches dotted with palm trees led their way up the coast to the grandeur of Diamond Head. Tom held the railing and breathed deeply. The tropical scents of exotic flowers and salt air filled his lungs.

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