The welcome home smooch

Yes, that’s right…I was the official welcome home committee for Brad last night.
*sigh* I didn’t realize how much I really missed him until I was waiting for his unit to arrive. Turns out their flight from Iraq came in late, so we waited an extra hour in the stuffy Memorial building/ hotel in San Francisco. I’m too tired to get to the details now…but it was good to see him and his family again.
He came to my place after dinner at the hotel and visiting with friends and family back at his house. Even though it was raining, we went in the hot tub after he talked with my dad for an hour and a half. (ha-ha, some things never change). We sat and caught up for several hours. He had some amazing stories. He said he missed me a lot. I actually got proof of it in the mail just today. He’d sent a postcard on March 11 and it just came today.
I subjected him to my usual barrage of questions and then we just sat in silence for a long time. It wasn’t awkward or anything, it was just…well, nice I guess. Finally he asked me what I was thinking and I told him I was debating in my head whether or not to ask him that same question (which was true, I really was wondering what he was thinking). Then somehow we got on the topic of how everyone needs help in some area of their life. I asked him what areas he needed help in (I didn’t really expect an answer…but it was still worth asking). He never did answer me. He was silent for about 5 minutes. Then he took my chin, pulled me close and kissed me. Lord knows I didn’t see that coming. But I have a hunch my parents did…they made themselves scarce that night after the welcome home surprise dinner in SF. I’ve been kissed once by Brad before, but this one was definitely different. Makes me nervous. I don’t know. I guess I’ll just have to wait, pray and see where this goes. I’ll admit I’m a little afraid that I might have just been the outlet for the pent up tension of a man who was confined to living with several other men in a war zone for 7 months. Maybe it’s prideful for me to say this…but I really hope he wasn’t just treating me that way because I happened to be the first girl he saw when stepped off the bus.

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One Response to “The welcome home smooch”

  1. “Maybe it’s prideful for me to say this…but I really hope he wasn’t just treating me that way because I happened to be the first girl he saw when stepped off the bus.”
    Hun, it certainly isn’t prideful- thinking he’s kissing you not for you but just because you are a girl. Silly gal, that’s the opposite of prideful! It is good to be careful though.

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