“I’m not afraid of getting burned,” he replied, his voice now hoarse, his eyes fixed on her mouth. “In fact, I think fire is the only thing that truly makes me feel alive. And, from what I see here, the rain outside could last all night and still not be enough to extinguish what you just started.” He slid his hand, encircling hers firmly yet gently. “So? Are you going to keep testing me or are you going to admit that this ‘interruption’ of yours has just become the best part of your day?”