“Where’s the fire?” I joke, nipping at her neck while she unlocks the front door. She turns around, winding a hand into my hair. “In here…” She taps two fingers over her heart. “Are you going to save me again?” I gently push her back against the door. It swings open and we fumble our way in. “How about I sit in the fire alongside you, and we let it smolder for the rest of our days?” “Fire.” She kisses me. “Smolder.” Another kiss. “Let it burn.”
