My eyes follow his gaze to the firefighter, still wearing his mask, but it’s flipped up, tilted back. His face. I can’t focus through my watery eyes and the flashing red and blue of the emergency vehicles. He gives the paramedic a nod, then walks straight over to where I’m lying. My romance-fueled mind is filling in every blank. It’s like he’s walking in slow motion. He’s about to reveal himself to me. My real-life hero. And I’m about to rethink my position on fictional men being better than real ones. He starts to pull his helmet all the way off. My heart is pounding in my chest, a literal
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