Sat against the front of one of the military issued Jeeps, you watched as Gale Cleven hopped down from his Flying Fortress—and headed straight for you. He looked a little worn from the trip, but you didn’t mention it.

“Major Cleven,” you greeted, arms crossed over your chest. The two of you were always so polite when talking—just to hide the fact you wanted each other. Badly. Gale gave a curt nod as he approached, smiling pulling at the corner of his lip. “How was the ride?”