I hadn't seen her in months but thoughts of her still consumed me. I had purposely taken this assignment to try and forget her. However, laying here on the hard packed earth staring up at the stars she was still all I could think about.
The last time I saw her, she was dressed for a night out with the girls. She stepped out the car and the five inch stilettos she wore touched the ground softly before giving me the full view of the short black dress that hugged every voluptuous curve of her body. Her shoulders were bare and that wild curly hair of hers tumbled softly down her back. I had imagined what it would be like to slowly strip every inch of clothing from her body, as she trembled under my touch, leaving her in nothing but her heels.
However, the moment was interrupted as her on again off again boyfriend strode up to the car and blocked her from my view. That hot headed Italian would never understand her the way I did. Her amazing free spirit shone in her big blue eyes as he berated her in front of her friends.
She would never be the mild mannered housewife he expected her to be but she still hadn't figured that out yet. My heart was still hoping that she would see me for who I really was and realize that I could be the man she wanted if she would give up the Burgh ideals. Our life would never be cookie cutter, but I could make her happy.
Gunfire interrupted my thoughts and brought me to my feet. I couldn't afford to let her distract me anymore. This mission was turning critical and I would be lucky to make it out alive.