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“Nope,” I look at him through my eyelashes.
“Want to go somewhere?”
“Does oxygen make a fire burn brighter?” I quiz.
My old flame opens the passenger door and laughs. “Indeed it does. Get in.”
I hop up onto the bench seat that has been reupholstered. Aaron shuts the door and jogs around to the driver’s side.
My lady flame burns hotter in my pants.
I may not be here for a long time, but I can be here for a good time.
And Sparky was always a good time.
