The taste of fire

June 14, 2010

Somewhere within that first kiss, she tasted it: the memory of a cigarette smoked hours earlier. Though she tried to explain away her desire, she knew her weaknesses: Peaty scotch, a red wine flavored by wildfires the year the grapes were harvested, char-grilled meat. Her favorites always involved the taste of fire, and that was why, when given the opportunity, she went back to him for more.

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