We’re playing with fire here. There’s no better term for it, really. But what is wrong with that? Do some people not dance about fires without fear? Do some people not find it easier to relax with a bundle of woods set aflame before them in the summer months? Without our fire we’d be a cold couple. We would have no angry sex, or tense looks.
I like it, though it scares me still. I wonder went our flame will go out, or when our fire walls will crumble. But it adds to the excitement. My brain has become a mess of love and hate.