“What about earlier when I was screaming at Heather and crazy?” His smile widened so deep, dimples winked at me. “Definitely. I love how hot your fire burns when you’re protecting someone.” His thumb skimmed my bottom lip, petting me as he softly admired, “My little spitfire that could burn down worlds if she wanted.” I anchored myself to him, fisting my hands in his shirt. “I’ll burn down anyone who tries to hurt you.”
