If only there was some way I could have her. Suddenly, I had to know.
“What are you?” I asked.
“Excuse me?”
“Are you black or not?”
I regretted it immediately. It sounded coarse even in my ears
Rosa snorted, her smile vaporized. “What kind of question is that?”
Fucking meds.
“I apologize. I’m just confused.”
“Oh, that’s been clear for a long time.” She seemed to puff up a bit. “I’m Venezuelan-American.”
“South American?”
“I was born there, but I didn’t stay long.”
“You don’t look Latino.”
She snorted again, this time, like a bull. “I don’t look Latino? What do I look like?”
I had dug myself into a latrine. “I’m really not sure.”
“You don’t know or you don’t want to know? I’m Latino and I’m black. Both things are possible. It is about culture not skin color.”
“Hmm.” There was more to say on the topic, but I couldn’t voice anything right. I wasn’t even sure I could fight this little woman in my state.
“Hmm? That’s it?” She shook a stray hair off her forehead.
“I really didn’t mean to offend. I’m just curious.”
“And now you’re enlightened. What will you do with this new knowledge you now possess about me?”
I was truly at a loss. “Can I have my doctor now?”
“Alright, I’ll get you your freaking doctor.”
She gave me this quick one over and left in a huff.
My body was warm. It had come on all of a sudden.
Part of it was embarrassment - a rare enough feeling for me. Part of it was her heat infecting me.
I loved strong woman. Warmth could comfort you, but fire could give you life.
Still, even if she wasn’t what I thought she was, she was well beyond my reach. I understood the reasoning behind the lines my father drew.
My reactions to her body weren’t enough justification to cross them.
Rosa came back with a female doctor. The woman looked like a frayed bush. She took in the sight of me standing tall and told me I could go.
Rosa and I were left to eye each other.
“So you’re all set,” she said calmly. “Sorry about that little outburst.”
“You had a right to be offended.
“I do as a person. But not as a nurse.”
“You’re no longer my nurse.” I smiled. “So you can feel what you feel.”
Her eyes fell to my chest. It was their natural landing spot, but I saw them moving, felt them trace the muscles I had built with years of duty.
“What I feel…” She took a long breath. “I feel that you should think before you speak a bit more. Also? Be more careful around guns. I mean, you’re around a lot of them.”
I laughed. She gave me a pure smile.
This girl could spin from dark to light and back faster than a top. I liked watching it way too much.
There was no denying it anymore. I had an attraction to her. It went beyond her body.
“Ok.” She smiled and said the words I should have been thinking instead: “Let’s get you out of here.”
“I know how to leave.”
“Alright, then. You can go.”
Neither of us moved. She still stood in my path. I was almost grateful.
Rosa trembled, then said. “The price is a hug though.”
She held out her arms. Her body lay open to me.
I had been living like a monk. Overseas, it made sense. I’d been back for weeks though. I’d been so focused on slipping into my new role at the base, that I hadn’t even ticked a finger at a girl in a bar. That’s all it would have taken.
Now this gift had been dropped in my lap. This package wrapped wrong.
But Rosa looked beyondamazing. Even in the wrinkled, oversized scrubs, her body pressed through in all the right spots.
I saw what every other man would see. This woman was gorgeous.
I went to her like a bullet in reverse. Thought never entered the process. I hunched over and took her in my arms. Her sharp little chin swayed against my thick shoulder, surprisingly tender.
I imagined it going deeper, her entire face landing in the crook of my neck, her body melting around my grip,