kissing cousins
The adage goes: Opposites attract.
It's a lie.
Lily blazes, Dom burns, and they collide, like stars, like constellations in someone else's sky, like fingers of flame reaching out for each other.
All that screaming, all that fighting, all of the noise about
"You stole him."
"You took him first."
"You are so mean."
"You are so mature."
Dom is older, she should know better – Lily is younger, shouldn't she be innocent?
But, oh, that heat – oh, those delicious licks of flame, like trembling drops of sweat down their spine.
All of that fire, they crumple it away like dirty paper, unwrapped and stained. All of that heat - They burn it all away.