I never felt so...argh and grrr and hmmm before."
Pauline laughed. "That's a godd one."
I glared at her, throwing a croissant at her as a punishment. Which she caught. Hmpf. "I can't describe it. I'm not a poet."
"Fireworks?"
Remembering yesterday, the kisses and the heat, I answered without hesitation, "Bombs.
Author: Natalie Herzer