
She called you so heartbroken with her boyfriend going off to serve his country. She wanted to show him she was strong and obviously she supported him completely but she was scared and alone. She called you to come over just so the house did not feel so quiet. Some wine at dinner, more with a crummy movie as you watched her curled up in a blanket although it was almost 90 degrees outside. As it gets later she snuggles into you and you do what any best friend would, you comfort her. She cries and you let her press her face to your shoulder and tell her how strong and brave he is, how fast it would be till he was home. She gave you that fake smile that you both understood. You know its late but don’t want to leave her so you offer to stay.
She thanks you and you both head to bed. You use to have overnights as kids, even as you got older when you visited home from college. Now again because she needed you. You both lay in bed and you held her. She looked up at you like she had something to say. Then you saw it, that look that she had the night you were on spring break. Was it the wine? The loneliness? You didn’t care because you love her. She is yours and you roll over brushing the last remaining tear from her cheek as you give her a kiss. Soft lips, gentle touches till she tightens her hold on you and rolls you to your back. She pulls at your clothing as the kisses get hotter, her leg parts your and you know that tonight you would share love again. Keeping her safe till her man came home to her again.