Smoldering fireworks
Smoldering Fireworks
‘Leave the door ajar!’ Charlie called after us as I pulled Edward up the stairs.
‘Yes, Daddy!’ I called back, rolling my eyes, thankful he couldn’t see my reaction.
All day we had been holding back, knowing my parents were close by, knowing we were in a very public place. But I had also known Edward never failed to amaze me with his creative ways around Charlie’s rule – door open, clothes on – during his nights over. Today I had especially been looking forward to coming home, knowing what I had hidden in my dresser as a surprise for Edward.
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