She wouldn’t. But when she douses my desk with the fluid and flips open the Zippo, I know that she would. She will.
“You’re f*****g crazy!” I bellow, my d**k almost punching a hole in my pants because this look of jealousy suits her.
I don’t care she’s seconds away from burning down the building, because this rage was brought on due to the fact she’s so f*****g green-eyed, she would burn this desk, my entire office, as it’ll eradicate the memories of me f*****g around with someone other than her.
As the flame flickers brightly, I’m left with no other choice but to pounce forward, cup the back of Mary’s neck, and drag her toward me. A whoosh of sweet air coats my face as it leaves her lungs as I wasn’t exactly gentle about drawing her face to mine.
I examine every last inch of her, want
