Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

But it's done.
    You're all I've been able to think about since I heard. We can be together now and we can do whatever we want, and no one can mess with me or us.
    I know you said you would need some time, and I'm trying, I don't want to push anything. I will wait for however long it takes. But I am dying to see you. My deployment is over, I'm coming home next week, Friday. I was hoping maybe you'd think about coming to the base hangar to meet the plane when we get in. I promise I don't need anything from you. I just want your face to be the first one I see when I get home.
    A.
    I hit send and sat there for a few minutes before sending another email:
    Chase,
    I love you, and I miss you so much.
    A.
    ****
    I was so jumpy as the plane landed; it was a good thing I was required to wear a seat belt to strap me in. Chase had still never responded to my emails from last week and I had a bad feeling that it meant he wasn't coming. I tried to tap that fear down though, and try and just concentrate on the hope that maybe he would.
    We loaded off the plane into our formations, and after a few words, our commanders officially dismissed us. Everyone ran for the hangar, more than ready to be reunited with their families.
    Nerves suddenly overtook me, and I walked a little slower to the hangar, trying to put off going in there as long as possible. If Chase wasn't inside, it was going to be crushing.
    By the time I got inside it was loud and chaotic, everyone running and hugging and crying and talking. My heart was pounding as I strained my neck and my eyes darted everywhere. I didn't see him.
    And then someone moved and there he was. Standing across the room. He was pacing, doing the same thing I was doing, neck craned, looking everywhere. Until he spotted me.
    At first I couldn't move, we both just stood there taking each other in. Slowly a smile crept across his face. And I knew everything was going to be okay. At that moment, I wasn't even aware of anyone else in the room, I didn't give a second thought about what I could or couldn't do or what anyone might think.
    I just started running toward him, watching his smile get bigger as he waited for me. I didn't even stop when I got to him, I just jumped into his arms, needing to touch every inch of him I could.
    And just like he had always been in every important moment of my life, he was there to catch me. I wrapped my legs around him and held on for dear life as I smashed my lips to his and he met me back with equal force. In the haze of lust and love, I realized our very first kiss in that hotel elevator had started exactly like this. It felt symbolic to me, like we really were starting over.
    We finally broke apart from the kiss to breathe and suddenly all of the tension and emotion in my body from the last month began to fall away, and I found myself shaking and clinging to him.
    He just continued to hold me tight, as he whispered in my ear.
    "It's okay, Little A... I've got you.
    THE END
    Author bio: CJ Anthony started reading and writing at an early age. She attributes her love of reading and romance to her mother who not only taught her to read but also made countless trips to the library lugging piles of books home for her to read. When she wasn't reading she was watching her mother's soap operas and falling in love with the idea of romance and passion and true love.
    Her early teachers opened her eyes to realizing she could make up stories in her head and write them down. She recently unearthed one of these early masterpieces, a sad tale of the Rose family dying and being given a funeral by their friends the Pansies. (It really wasn't as morbid as it sounds, accompanied by an illustration of lots of smiling happy flowers.)
    As often happens, life and work eventually got in the way of both her reading and writing and it was a long bleak, dark, passionless period of her life. Then one day she picked up a book that sparked her love of reading again. But her world really changed the day she read her first M/M story. She fell down the rabbit hole of M/M love and never looked back. She loves reading stories of a person finding their true love through happiness and heartbreak, and believes that who you love is who you love, no matter the gender. (And if one man is good then two (or ahem three or four) are better.)
    Although she works in a creative job by day, she enjoys coming home and unleashing her real creativity by writing down the stories in her head and dreaming of two men