Page 9 of Aim High Mountain Man
Honestly, maybe it was more of my own doing, but I didn't want to risk getting close to anyone again.
Dumb? Maybe. And deep down, I knew I couldn't live life like that. But I was also hoping that maybe one day I'd be semi normal again.
With a sigh, I got up off the bed, needing to at least get ready for sleep. If it claimed me tonight.
I brushed my teeth and then changed into some shirts, looking over my scars in the mirror. It almost seemed odd for fighter pilots to have as many wounds, but it's not impossible. Part ofthis was trying to save Johnnie, which was stupid. His plane was burning, how the hell was I going to save him?
I shook my head, and flipped my light off before laying down, folding my hands under my head. I gazed out the window, seeing the blackness, and had a mix of emotions swirling through me.
I signed again, closing my eyes.
“If you sign one more time, young man, I'm coming in there to smack you so that you sleep.”
I couldn't stop the lift of my lips over that thought. I mean, she was more than welcome to come into my room. I just refused to be held accountable for what could happen thereafter. She didn't need to know that though.
So, I couldn't help but tease her and sighed again, almost laughing as I heard her grumble and then climb out of bed. She padded the few steps over, arms crossed, and brow raised.
She looked every inch the annoyed and pissed off mother but all I could do was think about putting her over my knee and spanking that damn sass right out of her.
“Now, sleep,” she told me, shaking her finger at me.
“Yes, mother,” I mocked, turning over on my side so my back was to her. She huffed again, and I heard her leave. My lips lifted again, enjoying the little interlude.
I finally closed my eyes, a smile on my lips, and comfort around my heart.
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“Don’t go that way,” I muttered, tossing in my sleep. “Don’t do it, man.” I flipped onto my side, knocking both the blanket and sheet off the bed.
“Chance?” I heard whispered but shook my head.
“Johnnie, don’t! Stop it, it’s going to get you killed.” I tried pushing the hands away I felt grabbing at me, not registering anything beyond the dream I was currently locked in.
“Chance,” I heard louder, but still just shook my head.
“I got you, Johnnie. I’ll save you. Just don’t do anything stupid, I can’t afford it.”
“Chance,” this time someone was screaming. The voice didn’t sound like Johnnie’s though. It was higher, not rough like his. “Damn it Chance, wake up.”
Finally, I shot right up in bed, a scream escaping my lips, and my eyes wide open. For a few moments, I stared at the wall, trying to catch my breath.
“Chance?” she whispered, right next to my side. Slowly, I turned to look at her. She placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “It’s okay.”
Without thinking, I grabbed the back of her head and hauled her towards me, my lips attacking hers.
Chapter 4
***** Johanna *****
When I woke to his cries, I couldn’t help but race into his room, hoping to stop his nightmare. I had my own fairshare of them after Johnnie’s death. I knew there wasn’t much I could do but be here for him.
However, the one thing I didn’t think I would feel would be his lips on mine.
And holy shit, were they soft.
I would have thought, for someone who was up on this mountain side, they’d be rough, chapped even. But nope, they were smooth.
And damn could he kiss.
