Family's Final Salute

Laurie's hand trembled as she held out the uniform. 'Put it on for me.' Andrew hesitated, but her eyes didn't blink until he stripped down and pulled the military khakis over his muscles. Buttons snapped. Boots laced. When he stood straight, jaw tight, she felt heat crash between her legs like her husband had come back for one last ride. She stepped in fast, kissed him hard. He caught her wrists, tried to ease her off. 'Laurie…' She pressed her whole body against the medals on his chest. 'I need this,' she whispered, voice husky. 'One minute in that uniform, and I'm wet. Touch me while it still smells like him and you're wearing it. Let me remember how to breathe.'