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a small town romcom

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I showered and settled into bed with a thriller and a cup of chamomile. If adulting was no more difficult than this, I’d be killing it right now. No one excelled at Responsible Evening at Home more than me.<br /> <br /> After reading the same paragraph describing blood spatter on a broken set of miniblinds three times, I gave up the fight with my reminiscences and loosened the reins. I let my mind go where it wanted, which was back to dinner, and to John. His light touches, the feeling of his eyes on me when I wasn’t looking, our companionable stretches of silence, and our newfound truce.<br /> <br /> Did he think about me when I wasn’t there. Did he feel even the teeniest, tiniest thrills like I had tonight?<br /> <br /> Probably not.<br /> <br /> He was nice. Kind. He had a sense of silliness that squeezed my heart, but he was still a fighter pilot. More accurately, a test pilot of fighter jets. That meant that the odds were virtually 99% that he was a hot shot by nature, a woman-in-every-port type. I’d never known a test pilot who wasn’t, and uniforms weren’t exactly few and far between around these parts.<br /> <br /> Girls around here grew up knowing two things: how to bait crab traps and how to steer clear from the navy pilots.<br /> <br /> I wasn’t about to be fooled into believing John wasn’t Maverick from Top Gun. And I, certainly wasn’t the Kelly McGillis type. I wasn’t going to take anyone’s breath away, much less Maverick’s.<br /> <br /> Clean cut and professional men didn’t find me attractive. Setting aside my tattoos and my wardrobe of turpentine-stained t-shirts, my hobbies of lifting heavy metal and listening to heavy metal, I had always been a hard person to love. I had visible, ugly flaws that I wouldn’t dream of disguising. I highlighted them. I flaunted them. <br /> <br /> But that was my outside.<br /> <br /> Honestly, I didn’t know what came first, the bad*ss attitude or the bad*ss exterior. If I had a therapist, we’d probably talk about how my own insecurities had led me to put up physical barriers somehow. They’d try to coax me into admitting that I was scared stiff of being rejected, and that was what was robbing me of a life of pastel tweed suits.<br /> <br /> And love. <br /> <br /> On the inside, I was less sure of anything. I was an infuriating, whimpering child. An unsupported three-tiered cake, ready to buckle at the first cut.<br /> <br /> Now, somehow John had become the slippery sweet jam filling, sliding between my layers, unbalancing my structure. <br /> And he didn’t even know it. <br /> <br /> 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱-𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗰𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆!

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