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.

Autore: Natalie Herzer