We Set the Dark on Fire (We Set the Dark on Fire, #1)

by Tehlor Kay Mejia

“The caterpillar!” she said, stepping closer, pulling the wriggling creature off the front of Dani’s dress, Carmen’s hands brushing her collarbones as she pulled away. This time, Dani didn’t have to fake her blush. She was exhausted. Things were starting to slip through the cracks. “When did you name him?” she muttered, trying to draw attention away from her glowing cheeks.

In a battle between two men trying to control her, she’d chosen herself. She’d draw her own conclusions before risking her life to work against her husband.

#girlboss

Carmen in clothes was ridiculous enough, but in nothing but her underwear she was, objectively, a work of art. She was all circles and curves, all dark amber and soft edges. Her shoulders flowed effortlessly to an ample chest, her waist thick with hips that demanded notice and a belly that fit like a puzzle piece between them.

But even with her eyes closed, Carmen’s curves pulled on the tide of her blush like a honey moon.

The air between them was charged, and Carmen’s eyes darted down, sending goose bumps across Dani’s skin like a wildfire. Without thinking, for once, Dani stepped closer, so close that her breath stirred Carmen’s hair when she exhaled, and she could see the flickering of the fire in her eyes. What are you doing? asked a shrill voice in her head, but it was a million miles away as Carmen’s breath hitched in her throat and she reached out, brushing a wayward strand of hair out of Dani’s eye where it had fallen as she bent over the flames. Was this what the goddess of hearts did when she wasn’t tending to steady beats? Dani had never known her, the rosy-cheeked girl from her mama’s stories, but she felt her in the room tonight. The darkness and the quiet had cast a spell, and Dani felt like she was moving through a dream as she let her gaze flicker downward to Carmen’s full lips, then back to her eyes. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a maestra’s voice was screaming. Alarm bells were ringing. But Dani couldn’t bring herself to care. The heat building in her chest began to spread beneath her skin, and her thoughts licked like flames against every wall of ice she’d been trained to put up. Between them, the moment hung until it grew ripe and full, and Dani thought she’d burst into bloom with wondering. But just as it swelled to its peak, to a point when the only options would be dive or retreat, a door closed deep in the house and footfalls echoed down the hallway.

something lgbt just happened to them (and me tbh)