CALLIE
The third fire this week.
The third fire I’d caused in my apartment complex this week. All because the sight of him in his firefighter uniform with his muscles flexing was a turn-on for me.
I touched myself to the memory every night.
“Sir, apartment 3B… my kitchen is on fire,” I said, touching his bicep and fighting the urge to run my fingers on it.
The neighbors were rushing out of their rooms as the firemen stopped the fire.
I didn’t mean for it to get this bad but it went out of hand.
“Are you hurt, miss?” He asked.
He was a 6’5 foot tall man with a muscular build and the kind of presence that made people move out of the way without being asked. Broad shoulders, thick arms that strained his fire-resistant uniform, and legs that moved with purpose. His jaw was square, u
