We are learning to make fire, she thought. What was that from? That was exactly what it felt like. As they kissed and she learned of earthly passions, yes, it was like learning to make fire. That first discovery of creating sustaining heat. The excitement of the first flickering spark and then it spreads and grows more glorious, casting dangerous but delicious heat and they gathered this from each other’s embrace, feeding each other of these brilliant moments, this shared coursing of desire in their limbs, their tongues, everywhere.
“Did you hear me?” Keith asked.
She looked up at him, his fork down, waiting for her response. He’d said something stupid, she thought, trying to recall his question. It had been something cliché. It was better when he didn’t speak.