The last time she'd seen the orchard, it'd been on fire.
His energy rippled through her, making her gasp at the intensity of the touch that lit her blood on fire.
She closed her eyes, body on fire as she drank from him while imagining what his mouth could do to the rest of her body.
I wouldn't tell that ninny if his shoes were on fire and he was standing at a leaky gas pump.
I'll make sure Deidre hasn't set the place on fire yet.