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A short scene writen for a writing prompt that had to be done as a Romance, which I do not normally write.
A short scene writen for a writing prompt that had to be done as a Romance, which I do not normally write.

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Published by: selfmanic397 on May 27, 2010
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I glanced behind me again. He was a few feet behind me running at a steady pace. Nomatter what trail I picked or pace I pushed he was always the same distance behind me.He had been assigned to follow me since I arrive here at the hospital. Now that I wasrecovering from my injuries he came with me to workout in the gym or to run the trails.He was my shadow. Now that I was all but healed except for a few lingering pink scars I had caught himwatching me several times. We had started talking as we cooled down after a run and Ihad learned he was a soldier who had been discharged because of an injury and became anurse who worked at a military hospital. I had told him about my adopted mother Alicewho lived in Montana and about running the mountain trails there.The tension between us had been climbing over the last few weeks. Most people wouldnot say John was a handsome man but his black hair, blunt features and broken nose saton a body honed till it was a work of art. He was not bulky like some men who tried toget as big as possible lifting weighs. His was a lean strength that spoke of endurance and power.Slowing to a walk I was surprised when he jogged past to me before turning and leaningagainst a tree. I walked over and stood waiting for him to say something, instead hereached out and pulled a tendril of hair away from my face.You could not say I was a beauty either. My brown hair and eyes sat in a plain face thatwas good at blending into the woodwork. I was thin as always no matter what I ate sinceI ran so much. My hair was pulled back into a long ponytail like always. ConsideringJohn's first look at me had been one with a black eye and busted lip, I probably hadcleaned up a fair bit even if I never was going to win a beauty contest.I stepped up next to him and leaned on the tree with one shoulder watching to see how hewould react. I tried to keep my relationships away from the military but none hadmanaged to last so far. Few men were willing to deal with the constant missions andinjuries or the fact that I may only be in town for a few weeks before disappearing onanother run that might last months.John was quickly becoming a friend and I was not sure if it should be more then that. Iwas attracted to him and I thought him to me but I had no guarantee that he would notstray like all the others when I had to leave. I had never ran with a man that was notdetermined to dominate and prove that he was the stronger runner. They all blazed pastand picked a pace that drove me ragged. John never once tried to pass me. He let me pick the pace, the trails, the times we went out. Once or twice when the trail was wide enoughwe had run side by side, matching strides till our feet sounded like one hitting the trail.This was the kind of man I could grow to like, more then like, but I was not sure if Iwanted to risk the pain that always seemed inevitable.With a sigh I made to move away. John reached out and stopped me with a touch on theshoulder. With a muttered curse he lunged and kissed me awkwardly. I froze for a
moment before kissing him back. After we broke apart he stepped back and watched me,waiting. With a crooked grin I leaned in and gave him another kiss.We walked back to the hospital ground with matching silly grins. I knew half the basewould know about us by the end of the day but for once that did not bother me.------I ran behind McCray watching as she pounded down the trail. I had been assigned towatch her after she had suffered seizures from one of the medications she was on. No oneseemed to believe that she would be doing more then lying in a bed for several week sothey discharged her to the barracks with me as a daytime companion. I am sure no onethought she would be at the gym two days later doing light stretches and walking. Nowalmost a month later I rather thought everyone had forgotten that I had been assigned toher and I was perfectly fine with it. No one expected a soldier that had shown up at thehospital in a coma to be running trails in the woods a month later. Well not a soldier. Shewas contracted to the military in some convoluted way. She was technically a civilian andhad no rank but I had seen her take several officers and doctors down several gradeswhen they got in her way.I had always enjoyed running and having to follow someone who like to spend half a dayrunning trails was all but a godsend. It only helped that she was cute. For a short womanshe was all muscle and sleek lines. She did not run as much as float along the trail, morea deer then a woman.For all her fire and determination she had a knack for sliding into the woodwork. Iwatched her slide out of lunch rooms and dining halls without attracting a single eye. Shewould disappear for a hour or two and then turn back up at her room.I realized with a jolt that we were almost back to the trail head. Running with her I never wanted to stop. When she broke into a walk to start cooling down I jogged past her andleaned against a tree a few feet away. I had a problem. I did not want to stop talking toher, to not see her everyday. I had gotten used to the way she laughed at some horrible joke I told her or shot me that quick quirk of her lips when we were running that saidcatch me if you can. I wanted to catch her. Catch her and keep her.She stepped up in front of me, waiting for me to break the silence. Instead I reached up an pulled a tendril of brown hair that had stuck to her cheek. We stood just looking at eachother for a moment before she shifted closer and leaned sideways against the tree next tome, barely a breathe away from touching. I turned till we were face to face again.With a sigh, she made to move away. With a muttered curse I reached out to stop her andgathering my courage all but lunged into kiss her. She made a sound of surprise beforekissing me back.

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