Lusting for Her Soldier (Curvy Girls, BBW Erotic Romance) by Cassie Laurent Page B

still maintained a positive and upbeat attitude about his life there. He described the arid and rugged desert of that dangerous country in almost literary detail, something pretty unexpected from a young soldier. He told me about his fellow soldiers and some of the missions he had been on. No real details, though, because much of it remained classified, but soon I relished the chance to soak up any new information he could tell me. His life over there seemed so exciting, especially compared to the tedium of my life as a bartender. Adam was halfway around the world, learning about a new culture and making an exciting career for himself; the way he described it made it sound like some sort of amazing adventure.
    A few months ago, however, I noticed a shift in the tone of his letters. Things had been rougher there lately. His squadron had been assailed several times recently by radical militants in a particularly violent province of Afghanistan. There had been a number of close calls and several of his fellow soldiers had been injured critically. A few weeks later, Adam wrote to tell me that his best friend over there had died when his truck had detonated a roadside bomb; Adam had been driving the truck immediately behind his friend at the time of the explosion.
    Still, Adam retained his resolve. He believed in the cause he was fighting for and was committed to doing his duty to the fullest extent. It was in his nature to be this brave, this strong and courageous. Most men, after all, would have wept like children. Instead, Adam continued to serve his country with honor. But the death of his friend affected him deeply and I could sense the sadness in his letters.
    Soon after that tragic event, he stopped writing about day-to-day occurrences altogether. There was no point in cataloging the day-to-day danger he was in overseas, so Adam focused on other things to help assuage my concern for him. He wrote about patriotism, about how much he loved his country and how he couldn’t wait to set foot on American soil once again. He wrote about his plans for when he returned home and how much he missed simple things, like watching a baseball game. He wrote about how much he missed me.
    When I had read those last lines, “Sandra, I miss you so much,” it affected me way more than it should have. Of course he missed me, we were best friends. Still, I couldn’t help but feel there was a much deeper sentiment in those last few words.
    I know, I know, it’s a letter. And perhaps it was incredibly wishful thinking on my part, but in some ways, everything else he had written about was more revealing to his character than a lot of our face-to-face conversations had been. He definitely had a way with words. I couldn’t believe it, but it was this letter that had rekindled my attraction towards Adam, to a new level I had never felt before.
    This was why it was such a devastating shock when I learned he’d be on another tour of duty.
    Finally, months later, he was coming home. My years of worry for his life were soon to be a thing of the past. I shifted nervously as I waited in the terminal, feeling ambivalent about Adam’s return. Of course, I was glad that he would finally be home safe and sound, but I also had this newfound attraction to him that I knew would make life difficult for me. After writing so many letters to him and hearing about his military life, I’d begun to see what an exceptional man he really was. Compared with the immature boys of my high school years, and the immature men I now served as a bartender, he was of a different breed altogether. He was principled, honorable, and brave.
    These thoughts rushed through my head as I saw Adam come through the gate carrying luggage and wearing his desert camouflage. It had been about five years since I’d last seen him, and in that time he’d changed considerably. For one thing, he was in amazing shape, even better than before. In high school he’d always been pretty wiry, a