Chapter 221 Flame Tame Ch8

• It happens on a night that feels too soft to burn.She’s curled up on the couch — one leg draped warm over his thigh, his palm heavy on her knee like he can’t stand not to touch her even when they’re pretending to watch whatever’s flickering on the TV.
• He smells like soap and smoke and her. He hasn’t left her bed in days now. Some nights he’s rough, some nights he’s sweet, but every night he’s there. So she lets herself believe maybe the past really is ash. Gone. Done.
• She drifts off like that — her cheek on his shoulder, his thumb stroking lazy circles where her skin peeks out under his shirt.