“I’ve never lost control like that,” he says, bracing his weight on one arm and brushing my hair back from my face with the other. The move is so gentle, so at odds with what we’ve just experienced, that I can’t help but blink, then smile. “Me neither.” The smile morphs into a full-out grin. “Not that I’ve ever had power to lose control of before.” He laughs and rolls us to his side, keeping me close and cushioning my head with his biceps. I sniff at the smoke in the air. “Did I…” “Set the curtains on fire?” He lifts a brow. “Yes.” “Oh.” I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed, so I brush the
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