We Remember The Alamo

Chapter Eight

After lunch, Wyatt escorted Lucy back to his car and they began the drive home. It was silent, like much of their lunch had been. The entire half-hour drive, no one said a single word.

Until they got back to Wyatt's place. 

"So, uh, did you enjoy your meal?" he asked as they entered the living room.

She nodded and spoke in an unemotional tone. "Yes, it was wonderful."  

"I even payed for it!" Wyatt said jokingly, sitting down on the couch.

He was trying to lightened up the mood. But it back fired. He felt the couch dip as Lucy sat beside him. Then he heard her sigh in a disapproving manner. 

"It's not funny." she told him.

"I know. I know. I just didn't like the complete silence." he began. "It reminds me of the Alamo. When the noise stops, that's when you should be afraid."

This time, Lucy chuckled. She reached over and slapped his shoulder playfully.

"Oh, Wyatt. You shouldn't be afraid of me." she said.

He looked straight into her eyes and spoke. "I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of what has happened to you."

Lucy kept eye contact with him as sincerity flowed along with his voice. 

He continued. "I'm afraid of what is going to happen to you. I'm afraid that one day you're going to be taken away from me and end up on the side of the road beaten to death." 

Wyatt had become more desperate as he spoke. Now his voice was so low and soft that Lucy could barely make out what he was saying.

"I'm afraid of losing . . . someone that I love."

Lucy's eyes grew watery as she processed what the man in front of her had just said. 'He loves me?' she wondered. It couldn't be possible.

Before she could ask if that's what he meant, Wyatt had leaned forward and pressed his lips promptly against hers. 

Tears were now streaming down her cheeks. 'My soldier is kissing me and I can finally call him mine.' she thought to herself.

So, as any woman who had just been swept off her feet would have done, she kissed him back.

Slowly, Lucy snaked her arms around Wyatt's neck and deepened the kiss. A shallow moan escaped his lips and he placed his hands on her hips. 

'Oh, my beautiful, smart historian.' he mused internally.

His grip tightened as Lucy moved her body closer to his and their lips moved in a synchronized fashion. A second later their bodies were pressed firmly against one another. 

Eventually they broke apart and gasped for air. They stared into each other's eyes with such passion and desire that the room was thick with it. 

"That was . . ." Wyatt breathed heavily. His eyes were dark.

"I know." Lucy replied. Her cheeks were flushed.

Both of them smiled and laughed at the awkwardness surrounding them. It seemed like they were finally happy for once in a really long time. 

"Um, would you like to watch something?" he asked nervously.

She nodded and smiled again. "Sure, that sounds great! What should we watch? I don't really watch TV so . . ." she trailed off.

Wyatt looked away towards the stack of DVDs he had next to the television. He was thinking of different movies that Lucy might be interested in. Then a mischievous look gleamed in his eyes.