“I want you to have me,” she answered him.
Sentimentality or not, that called for action. He pulled the car halfway onto the shoulder strip and didn’t give a damn if it was still blocking traffic or not. “Come here,” he said.
He had held her before, they had been in bed together many times, but this was different. For a short while he satisfied his hunger for her, as much as he could in a public place, and ignored the barrage of honkings that was building up behind him. If he was blocking the lane he had earned the right, and he was putting it to good use.
When he was for the moment satisfied he released hold of her and put the car once more into gear. “Let’s go and have a good meal,” he proposed. “After that we can decide when, where, and how we’d like to get married.”
“Fine,” she responded. “As a matter of fact, I’m hungry.” “You’ve got a right to be.” He let a car pass him and ignored the glare that the other driver aimed his way. A thought crossed his mind and simply because she was his girl he wanted to share it with her. “I wish we could tell the admiral,” he remarked.
She looked at him sideways, then shook her head to reset her hair. “He already knows,” she said.