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To the girl who wants a man to treat her gently, burn the world for her, and fuck her like a whore. This pyromaniac is exceptional at multitasking.
This time, I’m sure she’s going to smile at me. And then once I know how to make her smile, I’ll make her do it over and over until she’s sick of me. She’d better not smile at anyone else but me.
“There are twenty-seven bones in the human hand. Breathe in her direction again, and we’ll find out whether I can break them one at a time.”
“I’ve always wanted to see what a real human heart feels like in my hands. Keep talking, and I’ll get to find out.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Blaze. You’re looking at me like you hate me, but you’re riding me like you love me.”
“Fuck, you’re a dirty little whore.” Feminism? Out the window.
“Only I get to make you come. Only I get to feel your thighs around me. You burn for me. Only me.”
Then she touched me—well, she slapped me. But she chose to put her hand on me. Me. And god it makes me giddy to think she willingly put her hand on me. She chose to slap me.
My fiery little thief is a pyromaniac in the making.
“The man you’ve never wanted, but the one who has, and will always take the fall for you.”
“For you? I’ll burn it all.” How he’s looking at me is enough to push my head against the window to get away. There’s a fire blazing at my back, but his stare is on me. I hold the eyes of a pyromaniac. How dangerous is it to be chosen over flames?
“Hate me all you want, Blaze. But I could never hate you.”
But I will be wherever she is, even if she doesn’t want me. Man will always follow the light where there is darkness, and she is fire. The world is cold and empty without her.
“Dead is most people’s best color anyway.”
He sent two guys to the hospital for me? Blew up a building as a birthday present? Now he’s helping me murder a man and making me my very own weapon to do it? And here I was, thinking that chivalry was dead.
“You’ve always burned prettier, Blaze,” he whispers. “You’ve always been my fire.”
She may not have started my fascination with flames, but she was the first fire I fell for, and she’ll be the last one I ever want to see.
