Some flames aren’t meant to be extinguished.
What the hell was she doing here? The last thing I expected to see was my ex-girlfriend trying out at my fire station. Women don’t belong here, especially not her.
I’m torn between wanting her gone and wanting to press her against the firestation wall and wrap her naked thighs around my waist.
I knew Kyle wouldn’t be happy, but this job gives me purpose. It’s not about him anymore, it’s about me. Except I can’t help thinking about how good he looks and how I want desperately to be back in his arms. If only he wasn’t so damn stubborn.