Daisy picks up the napkin like it’s a dirty diaper, not a ball of fire. “Whoa, guys, this is pretty warm.” “Really?” Ryke says, grabbing her wrist and trying to relinquish the burning napkin from her. “Yeah, really, really. Want to feel?” She smiles playfully, waving the thing towards him. He doesn’t even jerk back. “You’re hilarious.” “I thought I was just smoking hot.”
LMAO
