Chapter 215 Flame Tame Ch2

• The spare room is too clean. Too quiet. Too cold.Except for the smell — faint smoke, warm soap, something male that seeps under the door and coils around her bare legs under his oversized hoodie.
• She can’t sleep. Not when her brain won’t stop replaying the heat, the flames licking up her walls, the weight of him lifting her out like she was worth saving.
• She hears the pipes first — the rush of water shutting off, the creak of old floorboards under his boots. Then the hush of his door clicking shut and the low hum of the bathroom fan that doesn’t hide the sound of him moving.