“but I know how sensitive you are to heat. Feel free to turn it down if you need to.” I was totally referring to the day he burned his hand in my doorway, but as his eyes turn to molten lava, it’s clear he took my words to mean something else entirely. “I’m all for seeing how much heat I can take, Grace. As long as you’re the one dishing it out.” A devilish grin lifts one side of his mouth
